i am in love, 
the half broke tree.
when child like
i'd watched through
pained glass
lightning flash
with the purpose of
deletion. 
i am in love with
half truths, 
tattered words.
the train rattling
down uneven tracks. i
thought of you, 
and wore a grin
where no smile
should be.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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