hopeless romantic

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with my saw
I walked over to the bridge
( it was made of concrete
    it had a road on top of it
      asphalt too I guess I suppose, huh? )

under it were damp cigarettes
and sands soiled in darkness

so with my saw
I cut through one end of the bridge and
then
I went over and sawed through the other

I lifted the bridge out with my shoulders

the sun came in, lit it down there, warmed it
and dried it out
it was refreshing



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