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A Little Piece Missing MAG

By Anonymous

   Random voices shoot out in the night

as I force myself under the bridge with my might

to face the disappointment of the

half-black

half-white bridge, with no one underneath it.

(something's missing.)



The chaos of crickets and cars that swerve by

determined not to listen

determined not to cry

And a careless laugh echoes up fast to the sky

toward a muted gold moon

with a little piece missing.





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