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The broken promise, a shard of glass

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Lodged in my chest. — It wasn't the words, not the sound

Lodged in my chest.
It wasn't the words, not the sound
But the silence after, the space
Where your commitment used to be.
That emptiness, a chilling wind,
Stripped me bare.

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