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Mar 2015
I threw my heart port side

I didn't want it anymore

I watched it sink

so

         deep
              
                     down

                                 and
    
                                            now:

It is an orphanage for shipwrecks

It is a home in the dark

When it thinks no one can see

It bleeds


I feel it bleed


Hearts are supposed to be light

But mines made of iron

And sunken fathoms
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