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Burdened by my many thoughts
by the many broken heart
lightly beating in it's broken form
on the
cold
hard
floor of a small town airport.
Where it slipped through unprepared hands
losing grip among things that can't be changed.
good or bad
stunningly abrasive and new.
dragging along
not looking for something new.
pulling within not forced to spend time among
the old
that which had impressed itself upon my heart
long ago.
playing reels of things of the had been
singing the songs of the places
I, They, We
Had, Will go, Been.
I won't ever forget.
refusal.
Won't let go.
Now stay.. stay with me to my side in the empty plastic seat
forever oh, please stay I can't let go





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