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My heart breaks
But not in a single line
A jagged formation
From broken bottled glass
Stained with the misery
Of a thousand drunken nights
Waiting
Holding on
To an illusion of comfort
Never had
Grasping at the golden ring
That drops outside of grasping fingers
Teasing the hungry soul
Would you deny the rage
That spills on this canvas
For the honor of a ticket
To this ride
To this theme park
Of pain?
Dana McLennan
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