Broken Lock

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My Broken Heart

I remember two years ago

when I tried to place my lock

on that bridge on the island.

 

It didn't clasp closed;

the lock was broken 

(like our relationship).

 

It was then that

we started falling apart

little by little.

 

There was something

fractured between each of us

that tore us in two. 

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