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Fallen Broken Street Kids

Fallen Broken Street Kids

I do love the fallen ones.
I love the broken kids that
burn their hands on the fireplace
But never learn from that mistake.

They walk around with two bandages wrapped around their palms
But the blisters only hurt for a
Little while so they keep running
Down a gravel road holding their
Hands out as a guard for their next fall.

Because they know they'll fall again.
They always do.
But their own hands are always
There to save them.
 

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