a reliquary of things that refused to remain unsaid
C'est la vie
Broken smiles
lying on sidewalks.
Dead loaves of
hope for sale.
Shattered dreams
soaked in blood.
Moth-eaten photographs
of a lost summer.
A few heartbreaks thrown
in for garnishing.
C'est la vie, my friend.
C'est la vie.
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