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all the sunshine seemed to happen We are silences.</p><p id="d99e">Beauty brings no magic thing down at the ungrateful curse of living.</p><p id="7416">I hardly go to sleep at night All my words are muffled then denied.</p><p id="3db7">Sometimes the heart breaks where you never knew it could</p><p id="22c2">Far out in the ocean full of chairs</p><p id="170b">Let us die misunderstood.</p><p id="b19b">~</p><div id="0807" class="link-block"> <a href="https://highway9xxx.medium.com/membership"> <div> <div> <h2>Join Medium with my referral link - America Zed⚡</h2> <div><h3>As a Medium member, a portion of your membership fee goes to writers you read, and you get full access to every story…</h3></div> <div><p>highway9xxx.medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*Jb3Hhxy26hm5gIiP)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><p id="4ba7">© America Zed.

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Breakages

Poetry of life

Sometimes the heart breaks where it wouldn’t break before

Just where all the trying seemed to happen Simple lies unfold.

Answers bring no magic thing There’s no clarity from all our grieving.

Mostly the world stops in my common trance of pain Here is no food for thought Death is calling out my name.

How can words be helpful when you smile across the desk, Speaking through the money glow and still vocationless.

Why can you not hear or see, Your heart isn’t great enough for me.

Sometimes the hope stops where it wouldn’t stop for years

Just where all the sunshine seemed to happen We are silences.

Beauty brings no magic thing down at the ungrateful curse of living.

I hardly go to sleep at night All my words are muffled then denied.

Sometimes the heart breaks where you never knew it could

Far out in the ocean full of chairs

Let us die misunderstood.

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