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a burial in the carcases of the heart;
doesn’t always mean its broken.
it sometimes contains:
pain, secrets, treasures.
morgue and morbid goodbyes,
are weft in tears or weaved in courage
and threw at graves.
twine pain and throw it over the horizon.
life is bleak.
so everything found- keep.
sometimes we weave confidence in our palms.
and embroidery smiles on our faces.
some days, laughter is a grenade
and our hearts becoming renegades.

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