I can’t afford to care about this place
the state of it would cut me like a knife

the sucked dry state of it
would gut me…………………leave me gasping
desperate for the stolen air

so I smash this place
foul it up

scar it to force a space between us
I cannot be this place………..I can’t afford
the cost of loving it

About Jan Dean

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1 Response to Breaker

  1. suepoemcat says:

    oh that’s chilling

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