http://slow.writerscafe.org/Kaylaapatrick The original writings of author Penelope Voljeti en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775986537 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Synonyms for brokenadj destroyed; made into pieces from a wholeJune 17, 2012I feel like I am fallingJuly 28, 2012Out of the f*****g sky.October 1, 2012I couldn’t find him today in the threads of my sweater or in the holes between my thighs. 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