Heart in my hand

It still beats
Its rhythm unbroken
The undulated movements
Are not affected by its new surroundings
The blood has ceased to flow in and out
But still, it beats on
No one looks,
No one asks why.
No one bothers to care.
Even as I sit here on this street corner
With my heart in my hand





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