the fire truck
comes screaming down
the highway
horn blasting
at each intersection
and you see
the men inside,
quiet and calm
talking to one
another, as
if it's just
another day.
they know fires,
they know trouble
they are used
to we aren't used
to, sometimes
you feel that way
about broken hearts.
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