Brevity of the Heart by Jack Trainer

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Apr 2014

I think my heart, a fallow one
A tool of perdition and an instrument of vanity
It beats slowly as if to stop; nothing can rouse it or disrupt its cadence
Not even love

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Jack Trainer M/New England

(M/New England)

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