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Broken Frame
Woke up one morning to the sight of your frame. No picture to hold. No memories to contain. By the look in your eyes I know there is a reason well. Answers swarming around and yet no answer to tell. Held still captured for a hundred years. Your face motionless with running tears. No home for your picture. It hurts from the pain. No where to go. Its a broken frame.
I told you I would get to reading them :). This is the one I liked the best, grand job.