Written by dark fate 28 August 2022
A heavy jute bag lifted mountains of sorrow etched within his ribs Slices of lifetime hiccupped their way through his lips bitterness gushing Back bent itself curved under years of misery it rewrote its shape He breathed in the skies his breath the salt of horizons burning through his lungs Wrinkles carved within his face a mausoleum written by dark fate Reading of the poem:
Al Green-How Can You Mend A Broken Heart
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