Broken record

I looked at you

and everything

became

a blur

So I painted

my mouth

with an upward curve

and spoke to you

in a thousand

silent

words

You opened your

mouth to speak

but all I heard was

a distant past

playing continuously

like a bro

                  ken record

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About Shayne Zalameda

Shayne Zalameda is Misstache. She adores eating, traveling, attending events, and watching films. She likes to omit adjectives and is fascinated with ironies. As much as possible, she tries to avoid the word "very". Sometimes she easily forget things. More on http://LeMisstache.com
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