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Paper Mache Heart
Dramatic denim blues
Shredded like teal tears
Nothing to lose but blood
Too broken to face fears
Experiences emerald emerge
Like a ghost from within
Refurbishing old cemetery poems
Papers fly like drones
What am I to you
An old art or a new heart
Full of prophecy and propaganda
Created in His Image
I think teal heals
But nope that’s user error
My brain explains in terror
Only the blood can do that
Copyright ©
Karen Jones
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