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Mar 2016
she holds his heart in her hands as if it were a sparrow
cupping it gently, so as not to hurt it
careful not to break it’s hollow bones
reminisce of a time past, found in wake of bitter memory
of a time when love was so freely offered

thrown away

forgotten

returned

but not by it’s original sender.
far too long, much too late
history tends to fall into a cycle of repetition.
wallis
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wallis  hellertown
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