Broken arches
Your
Words
lift my
Broken archway
carry me
Like a wounded
Soldier
Without you
I'm an
Empty
Cup in the desert
Time
Measured in
Burnt pages
Of an old
Calender
Counting down
Til I'm
Gone
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