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    17 June

    Wretched Heart

    Put your hand here on my chest.

    You can feel the beating.

    Hearts break only once,

    And then life is over.

    Hearts can bruise repeatedly,

    Never healing,

    Always growing darker.

    I have unwittingly loved you

    And given you the power

    To peel back this flesh,

    To vice open this cage

    Of ribs to expose

    My pumping heart.

    You can take a stick

    To it in punishment.

    You can abuse this heart.

    I am now helpless and vulnerable.

    My heart races for I fear

    You may be killing me.

    17:21 | Blog it | Poetry

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    Hemme wrote:
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    Blinded

    The fog has lifted, and I can see.
    Your persistance has shown me colors again.
    A new world lies before me,
    Leaving me in a state of Zen.

    Our hearts have found each other,
    Yet they will not quite touch.
    I have loved before, and I have lost before,
    But never has it hurt so much.

    My chest hurts and my legs are weak.
    The pounding of my chest echoed in my head.
    There is an emptiness I cannot fill alone.
    My whole body hurts, and the pain spreads.

    The pain consumes, and again I am blinded.
    I want to see, but you are my eyes.
    Unnable to see happiness on my own,
    I can only wander aimlessly as my heart dies.
    18 June

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