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Pretty Broken Things

Pretty Broken Things In dreams I cut away a piece of your hurt chew it Bloody and raw Pain dripping from my chin Streams of salty warm copper The way hurt must taste. In dreams I stand beside you Shouldering the weight Impossible bags of wet sand Heavy like hurt must be. In dreams I piss out the fires Lit by the monsters that follow People like you Pretty broken things Born into golden houses One day Forgotten by the sun.

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Poet Destroyer A

Date: 9/30/2015 3:04:00 PM

I love this, WOW,, Milledge, WELCOME to poetry soup. I hope you have fun with this wonderful community. You'll find many friendly poets who are ready to support and give positive feedback. I will enjoy following you and your poetry when you are ready :) We are Lucky To Have you. Enjoy Poetry Soup:) Your New Poet Friend @-> LINDA <-@

Skat A

Date: 9/30/2015 11:08:00 AM

Hi Milledge, Welcome to Poetry Soup. It will be a delight to read and become familiar with your poems in the future. As for now, I will greet you with the same smile others passed when I first joined the soup. Wishing you and your poetry the best. I hope you get to meet all the nice poets around here STARTING with me- SKAT :-) Please drop a hello and tell me a little about yourself if you wish. I would like to be your newest poetry soup "FRIEND" Hugs* SKAT

Frank Black Blacharczyk

Date: 9/30/2015 9:45:00 AM

I like the rawness and it makes me want to read it more than once. Some pain will never go away it just doesn't hurt as much.