palms sand paper breaking veins
love the life lines
the crooked ones
the ones broken
repaired
like we are broken
repaired
remember how your heart felt whole
this is no love poem baby
this are just those pictures we've been taking
since day one
trying to glue ourselves back into the cracked smiles
but now
we are just the background
the whitenoise
the sound of a wave crashing
at daybreak
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