by fire
CHAPTER
1
heart
excuse me have you seen
a heart without an owner?
beating without a home?
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it is red like your eyes after you mourn
it is veined like a flower
and fragile
not unlike glass.
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see now I gave it away too quickly
and now its been misplaced
i have yet to stumble
back across it
but if you hear the sound
of a broken heart
please tell it to go home.
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