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At the end of an alley

By , Collegeville, PA
I feel like a wall

To you, you played me like a

doll



each time you had a fight

a punch

a yell in anger



a drunken

rage


you..



you..



you..



gave away







a

brick



of my

body.



I feel hurt

I look at myself

and my advert

at my bruises

they are black and blue

over my pale skin

they are cracked





SMACK



SMACK



BOom





Owen

owns

me.





I

can



not










move..........





If you look more closely

you would find an arcade game.

In the dark night it

will play music

it will ignite with flashing lights.





Begging for attention.



I may not be broken

yet,I beg to differ







to my appearances.



I am a machine

where you took



my special





t





o






k








e









n



to restart my

heart

you through it between



the cracks of the





side walks

of New York



City.



Only you



know

where

it is......





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