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Broken

like bridges burnt of yesteryear
i await the fate that alludes me
i take upon myself
to lie masterbateing as i
sit in front a mirror

broken it is
lie a soul lost in torment,
perhaps by my own design.

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  • DesolatELifE
    March 12

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    Ha, I didn't expect the forth line to say what it says. You could do with losing the 'e' before the 'ing' and changing the other 'e' to a 'u' (masturbating).

    I like the ending a lot. This is a very thought provoking poem!