sometimes i wonder
what would happen should
i run away
leave everything
and everyone
and be alone
would aloneness take
my heart and mend it
or shatter the broken pieces
into millions more
mended, i could be
loved and love
to the whole of time
and space
but broken...
broken i could scatter
to the stars
and the moon
and maybe a field of daises
i hear broken hearts
make the best fertilizer
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