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Stoned Hearts
The heart pounds as his knuckles touch the door,
ink bleeds, making his apology complete.
Nobody’s home so he leaves bouquet on wooden floor;
a cloud of unanswered questions as footsteps retreat
Curtains part, as do hearts that never again meet.
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For Rick’s 5 ~ 8 Line Poetry / Any Theme :)
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