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broken sonnet

by Emily Tong

separation. a distinction of what
you are and what you are not; a parting
of mind from mind, heart from heart. flown from shut
eyes, these gems condone a sweet but smarting
loneliness. a realization of
long walks and meaningless sketches taken
in time, in time, in time for the last shove
away from what was known. stand you shaken
and disillusioned, but nevermind. hear
now the songs we've all been singing, we're jarred
in our lonesome, fighting, but not hard.

11/10/2007

Posted on 11/25/2007
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