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Sunday, March 25, 2012

HeArT

he sat on the ground
picking wooden hearts from a bowl
shaping his torment into
an elongated teardrop-shaped
heart
(unwillingly)

the wind bruised
instead of breezed
trees haunted
instead of hushed
oceans whipped a foam
instead of whispering.
Sensation of sound
unexpectedly became noise

and silenced the heart shaped song
called Love

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