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A hard Valentine
Where hearts are left to dream alone Where no one calls and no one phones Where broken hearts endure less pain On beds of nails and razor blades
A tearful heart lies on a drip Too long without companionship It's touch and go it may not live A box, a wreath, a hole to dig
Where hearts give up without a word Where loneliness is de rigueur Where curtains close at end of day A lonely heart has passed away
©Joseph G Dawson Vote for this poem
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