Broken hearts,
broken vinyl.
Replaying songs,
recurring pains.
Repeated tearing—of a bandaged heart.
A hopeless soul,
constantly travels to different worlds.
One place at a time, one person each moment.
And yet, she found herself standing at his apartment door, again.
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Seulument Toi
PoetryCompilations of prose and poems. To the future, to the heart I'll surrender my heart for. To the incomplete soon to be filled, may we find the love of our lives and never let them go.
