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The Fire Once Within Goes Cold From Lack

with time
the heart disappears
fading into the chest
until I could reach in
and no longer find it

its beating grows labored
and weak
from searching
and no longer being
what others might seek

my heart
now an ember
once caught fire
and pumped wildly
beneath my breasts

its a lie
that hearts beat on their own
keep the blood moving
but the thought of an occasional
puncture wound in the neck
no longer prods me on

maybe that is why
so many hearts die
near dawn

waiting alone
tears and years in the dark
knowing there is no mark
nor takers
to hold it...

and so the fire
once within
goes cold
from lack.

 (the heart without a tale....)

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