Every time I cross this bridge
and pass by those love padlocks,
thousands of them,
I hear their deep-drawn sighs.
And I wonder
how many of them voice
their disappointment
about broken promises.
Every time I cross this bridge
and pass by those love padlocks,
thousands of them,
I hear their deep-drawn sighs.
And I wonder
how many of them voice
their disappointment
about broken promises.
I require love, attention, food, exercise and naps. I am basically a puppy.
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november child
November 10, 2016 at 6:59 pm
“Quite a few of us” said the locks, holding their rusted hasps firmly in dirty teeth.
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