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Friday, October 15, 2010

a broken Thing

I am a trampoline
Folded in on itself
By heavy rain and time
In the early dawn hours
When the sun can't yet shine
Dew rolls off my silver lining
My metal skeleton that bends
Only at the wrong places
And brings shame to circles everywhere

There will be
No more jumping on me.

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