Love Poem: Breaking
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Written by: Carolyn Devonshire

Breaking

six a.m. gray dulls the straight horizon with morning tumble-burst rain clouds look, even the sun is breaking! so am I tied to my bed in thoughts of the having, the holding, the breaking broken glass is nice it cuts less, grinds down instead of in in fact, broken glass can't bring you half the sadness of breaking it goes deep and down, then it twists around now, it's done again it stays there like thick fog covering sunlight trying to rise yellow bright reduced to breaking smoky gray honey, sitting on a shelf in a bandage womb of blankets; paste her together with plaster and glue in only hours she'll be just like new all my tomorrows I was the fool lit to "dusty death" out brief candle! alone again, hoping to break out instead of breaking inside
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