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Heart Dust
by C. L. Moylan
My mind screams with outrage
At my own stupidity
And constantly chastises me
With words meant to hurt!
My senses, having lost control,
Run rampant with your memory.
I see you when you are not here,
I smell you when I sleep!
All things considered...
I cannot possibly blame this heart of mine
For wanting to break
And crumble to dust at my feet.
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