Sep 2019
In tatters
My heart
still beats
How it
can be so
is a mystery
Dragged through
the streets like
a dog
For all to see
Ragged and
betrayed
Left on
the side
of the road
To die
But it lives
purportedly
My heart
still beats
How it
can be so
is a mystery
Dragged through
the streets like
a dog
For all to see
Ragged and
betrayed
Left on
the side
of the road
To die
But it lives
purportedly
From a place of dark energy, many lives ago. . . .
(F/Cleveland)
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