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Black heartbeat

by jacob-rosenberg

Its on street corners that the wind bites the cruelest Its in my mind that my pain is the greatest My life so unique In my understanding of the pain I lift my chin up high I see the beautiful stars I walk with a home to return to a place to stop the cold from my skin In the same air I know ill soon be out of I walk until I see them Curled on the ground On an entry way they will likely be kicked out of How dare I shiver I see now that humility is begging for my hand in marriage But I can't You see I'm trying to keep my hands warm
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Feb 1, 2020
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