*Sunday Shortie 9*
They are pulling hearts across the line.
They are breaking the code of time.
My heart slows, the beat is dying.
My eyes close as the tears start falling
Down.
They are charming us with their eyes.
They are giving us hugs all the time.
My wall breaks, the air is polluting.
My hands shakes as the world crumbles
Down.
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Poems of the Dearest Soul
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