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the road opens its mouth
and begins to
sing

and all that’s left
for me
is to smile
as its gravelly voice
welcomes me.

that she has my heart;

that she always will.

i wanted you to feel
the gratitude
in every breath

even in the ones
that hurt

(especially the ones
that hurt).

my heart is a
gutter
filled with trash and
broken glass.