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Irrevocably Broken I watched those half-night ladies, having someone for awhile. As I remained locked inside, with little light escaping. I’d been in too many hotels, where a faucet dripped, and vending machines with cracked mirrors, dispensed condoms or smokes. You spoke of your wife and kids, until I dropped a glass, shattering my silence. Irrevocably broken. We’d fallen apart and nothing could put us together again.