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Thursday, June 18, 2015

Uncut

My heart, it breaks
in tiny ways the blood cannot get in to seal.

So it remains in crazy cracks,
all over pain makes mute appeal

- and all that it can feel is ache.
The only thing that could fuse back
and cauterize the miniscule, but
deep-sunk wounds that torture me -

is if some
one could come along
with lightning-strike,
with back-to-life,

and make of me
a greater fool.

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