Dead Poetic
Friday, 3 February 2017
Poor Heart
A poem from 1991
I’m just a small heart
but I’m used to pain
I beat too fast
too often
too clogged up with cholesterol
dressed as infatuation.
Chasing after the wind
in the lungs.
Coming
going
coming
going
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