Poem: Too

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Too

I am perhaps, too aware of the broken places,
the cracks in my foundation always in need of repair,

the damage of war and love turned to anger,
the scars of broken faces and hearts.

As so, I write of them. An exorcism of sorts,
as if somehow, if I put enough of them out the door

they will blow away like dead leaves in the wind.

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