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broken streets

by Brenden Pursell

A broken person in a broken street.

Shattered glass - a shattered life.

I long to be alone -

 

away from the sounds of a busy life.

One day, one week, one year -

each the same under city lights.

 

Alone, I find peace.

A storm awaits in those streets -

here, solace.

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