A long bar to account for the
Swelling of your heart,
Blood soaked tissue in your hands,
Clean with salt water twice a day.
Moulding a heart of clay,
Turning it into a pin cushion.
Broken elms of destiny,
Time stitched but not sewn.
Seamless words in translation.
Breaking into your skin,
Stopping the flow of your blood,
Melting your heart of clay.
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Sad Poems | A Collection of Poems Written by I
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