This Heart
To think
a thought
would generate
another, which
in turn
would
cause my heart
to bleed
to shame
to shame
to blame
to blame
this heart
which knows
not
how to heal
itself
but slows
its pain
to drip one
drop
at a time
to drain
to drain
the strain
the strain
of each
lesson
of life
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