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ThePoet Jul 2015
Harbor the
murderous afflictions
dismembering 
your heart,

make no effort
or attempt
to reassemble 
any part,

but encompass 
every severed
piece of it with a 
masterful work of art

©
ThePoet Jul 2015
Her bed was
fashioned
into a grave

Her blanket
was fabricated
out of dirt

And now her
sleep is calm
as a wave

She rests in a
place where she’ll
never be hurt

©
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