Tuesday, June, 17, 14

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Look out for your broken heart.

I don’t know how to make it stop.

Sleep well with thoughts of loss

I hold close to you.

Dreams fill empty rooms 

and all I do is wait.

Look out for your broken heart,

it beats to rhythms without end.

This time I can make it stop.

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