He was like a defibrillator;
He clamped his hands down on her
heart,
electrocuted her lifeless body,
now her heart beats again.
-by holly boyd
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Words We Cannot Speak
PoetryPoems; Woe and hope, love and despair Poems mend us, they repair. Broken souls mixed with broken minds, Poems teach us what it is to be alive. They offer thoughts to inspire. They give us hope to aspire, They answer unanswerable questions They offer...
