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Funeral of My Heart

attaching themselves to each other,
Forming a grid work of threads.
a web of forgiveness,
A patch,
woven to cover up the sadness,
The gaping hole,
Eating away at my heart.

You pulled at one thread,
dismantles the entire web,
A domino effect,
A butterfly effect.
The butterflies you gave me,
Getting tangled in the silky strings,
Messed up the whole system
Without any notice.
And without a care.

This is the funeral,
of that heart of mine,
that you so kindly shattered.
Say your last goodbyes.





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