A BROKEN HEART
killed my dad.
That’s what my mother always said.
And as a kid
I always figured
his heart
was forreal broken
like an arm or a toy
or the middle drawer.
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A BROKEN HEART
killed my dad.
That’s what my mother always said.
And as a kid
I always figured
his heart
was forreal broken
like an arm or a toy
or the middle drawer.