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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-crack, with back-to-life,

and make of me

a greater fool.

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