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Apr 2013
An old man,
of 72 years of life
told me once
not too long ago
not to wear my heart
on my sleeve,
but I never learned
because my heart was
always comfortable
where it was.
And now that
my heart
is on the floor,
weak and mangled,
I am left
with nothing but
the thought of
a few wise words
that would have
saved my heart.
3/26/12

oldie
Zac C
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Zac C  Mars
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