The Broken Man


The broken man, his head is his home
locked tight as a vault his mind is alone
He watches things come and watches things go,
from two small windows that go to his home
behind the two small windows, where things come and things go,
he fills up his broken home with things no-one knows
now he sits and he waits with all the things that he knows
but nothing quite fills this broken man's home

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