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he hurt
Contributed by
JohnYamrus
on
Tuesday, 11th December 2007 @ 12:33:03 AM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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he hurt
like a broke-**** dog, only the hurt was inside.
it wasnt anything you could see,
except maybe in his eyes.
they were the kind of eyes that made you feel sad.
you wanted to look away, and you didnt know why,
but, you knew you had to.
he wore a hat and a black coat and a tie that was too short for him.
he sat there, in the bus station, looking odd, and disheveled and elegant and queer.
he needed Morocco
he needed Tangier.
he needed jazz and a gold watch bought on a street corner from a guy named Jimmy who had a club foot, a glass eye and a gold ring.
what he didnt need was a bus ticket and a cold-*** chair and these memories that made him hurt like a broke-**** dog.
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2007-12-11 00:33:03] (Date/Time posted on
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