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Oct 2011
Everything is Alive
Even Me
In the corner of solemnity
As I sit and stare
with a pensive glare
I’m not the only casualty
If you linger around
and listen for the sound
Of a hollow heart
snapping in two
Listen more closely
You’ll note quite morosely
The other heart
might just be You
Written by
Norah DiMarini
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