Content of: Broken
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03/02/19 at 03:39PM
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Poetry
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There is no sound of broken glass,
Nor the sound of a branch broken,
That the heart makes, in a morass
Of painful angst, with no word spoken.
For my love remains here for thee
While you, my love, no longer remember me.
A Comment by Loy
Beautifully written sentiment
