in between two pumps,
when the red is sent away,
when they're no more than junk,
it's when our hearts pray
in between two pumps,
i have got an empty heart
in between two pumps,
it is the end, for some,
for others, it is the start
of feeling like you never
want to part
from a body
until
all that remains is a copy
in between two pumps,
all of our hearts,
lay empty
in our useless treasure chests.
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poems and proses about love
PoetryA collection of poems and short stories about love and all of the feelings that come with it.
