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Little Broken Things

All the broken things,
Shattered glasses and
Splattered milk,
Tinged with red sunset
Tear stained eyes.
All the pieces of our souls,
Scattered by junkyard choirs
Over matching dresses
And pearlescent necklaces.
Limping toys with busted voices,
Parades of soft things, purple and bruised.
All the little broken things …

Broken

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Hallowed Halls

I’m afraid the memory you left behind,
Trembling shadows racing down this hall,
Is fading away in the blistering light.
Scattering like stagnating dust on this wall
As every breath you ever dared me to breathe,
While I curled the emotions of a scared little girl into a fragile ball,
Beats against the very foundations of the house never really built.
And now whats left of those hallowed halls?
But a childhood picture-less and tear stained
With the bruises of spilled milk and stairs that never exist when we fall.