Paper Heart
My paper heart stopped beating today.
No warning.
The wrinkled edges stopped breathing.
Too many wholes punched through
Worn too thin
The blood that once flowed through it…
Like color to the painter
Melody to the musician
The artist’s painting dries
The musician’s rhythm eventually slows
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