HEARTS

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Pounding hearts shatter.
Breaking into puzzle pieces.
Covering the floor.

Solve me,
It whispers.

Save me,
It begs.

The squelching shattered heart,
Blood pooling out,
Turning into art.

Building up a wall,
So no one can call,
Protecting shattered glass.

No glue can be used,
Heart disused.
Replacing it is useless.

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