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Beating Heart

The bodies of my melancholy tears
Slip out of my blurry eyes and
Slide downward on my face.
My hope gave out
Without my thinking.
My strife was beating
My heart to death.

My bleeding blood, running through the
Veins, leading to my beating
Heart, burst.
The red blood
Streams to my remorseful memories

My tearing heart had finally
Laid its case to rest.





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