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It was Sunday
April 9, 2013
It was Sunday
The day I thought I broke the sky
And the watercolor blurred
And the flowers started to whisper
It was Sunday
Not so long ago
When I thought I broke the sea
And my dreams all grew faces
And the clouds started to whisper
It was Sunday
Five years from now
When I thought I broke the skin
And I was sick for months
And the keys started to whisper
It was Sunday
The day I finally broke the door
And heard whispers on the other side
And knew I had to leave.
© Harrison L., Ruston, LA
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