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Nov 2015
There's not much left,
Pieces left strewn
And abandonded
In all of the places
I've ever died

There's not much left,
But you can have this heart
If you would like.

It isn't much,
But it sings in the thunder
And it is all I have left
To give.

-cjm-
Chelsea McMahon
Written by
Chelsea McMahon  San Antonio, TX
(San Antonio, TX)   
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