(1995 / plano Illinois)

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Beatin With A Bat

My heart,
has no pulse,
as beatless as the dead,
and as soft as clay,
but as broken,
as shattered glass,
when will that girl come along who puts the
broken remains of my heat back together
and makes my lifeless soul breath love once more?

Submitted: Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Edited: Sunday, June 17, 2012


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