Broken
You think I'm not broken. On a Sunday drive. The words not yet spoken, seem no surprise.
I'm choking on my smile. Hoping meanwhile everything everything will workout. Bottom of
the pile, trying to dig out.
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Chad S | Year Posted 2009
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