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Published:July 23rd, 2008 14:41 EST


By David Richardson

She breaks apart

and I can`t fix her.

She erects statues in her mind,

and longs for meaningful art.

Paris and rainy countries,


and long walks

in the desperate night.

I see her hurt.

I feel her words.

I understand her broken vision

as she looks out

into the drab and empty light.