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[his thoughts]

“Don’t love the broken,”

they said

“They can never be repaired,”

“But have you seen the stars in her eyes?”

I asked.

“I could stare at them forever,”

“That’s dangerous Luke,”

they said.

“But who cares? She is beautiful,”

unlike you, Maria

“Thanks for spitting my heart out

like a rotten apple,

sent by the wicked witch,”

I was blinded by love

by the beauty of its brightness

how it shone so bright

they like to throw rocks at things that shine

how right that was

look how fast you left me, Maria,

for that guy that

she loved.

how could you,

you lying,

treacherous

bitch

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