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Jul 2015
My heart,
Sealed,
Met you,
Started to bare
Itself.

My heart,
Bare,
The most honest,
Can’t bear
That you don’t
Care.

My heart,
Exposed
Out of body.
I can’t repair
But you don’t
Care.

Now,
All of me is dead.
Only my heart,
In this skeleton,
Beats once more
To see if you
Care.

But you don't
Care.
Anthony J
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