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a broken man has nothing to offer
he sat
on the park bench
resting his head
between the palms
of his hands
elbows dug
into his thighs
a child enthusiastically asks
"wanna be our goalkeeper?
there's one short on our side"
he stayed unmoved
face, void of reaction
let alone an emotion
the children looked
at each other
bemused
left him alone
shaking their heads
as they moved
all he could see
and feel
was
the tinnitus
inside his ears
and the echo
of a bang
felt
on the inside
of a church bell
he sat there
a broken man
and a broken man
has nothing to offer
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