we've all got broken strings.
but we try our best not to think
about those kinds of things.
i wonder about love sometimes
& the bodies i've seen it come in.
how when we hit the light
we never stay for long.
maybe our bodies weren't built
for this. but i'll never be sorry for
all the feelings i bear in all the places
they cannot fit.
sometimes when i listen carefully
i think i hear you singing.
maybe it's just the sound of the
wind hitting our broken strings.
but this world is a very lonely place
if you never
learn how to love
broken
things.
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