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About This Poem
Staccato Heart
Sometimes I think you can hear
The raging tide in my chest
Sending waves to my throat.
Do you see them crest at my wrist?
Plunge, recede, and plunge again -
Your undertow has sucked me in.
Like skipping stones over water,
My staccato heart is lost at sea.
No metronome can tame it.
No borrowed breath can save it.
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