Prose, poetry, fiction, and rambles from people with a bit too much time on their hands.

The last summer

Breaking bones
don’t break your own

You stand shattered
saying I can make my own, I’m flattered

Through roads and highways connect
every word and thought I will dissect

And from this a conclusion
not a solution

Breaking bones
don’t lose your own

Now, breaking hearts
that’s where I’ll start

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