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hearts on sleeves

our hearts feel pain
when we try to wear
them on our sleeves
because they rip and tear
when our love starts to grieve
under the weight of our
heartaches that stack up
in our ribcages, an ugly
picture of loneliness within
a skeletal frame, the pressure
builds up, lungs can’t breathe in
voices can’t let it out
and then we are
never the same

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  1. Wow! Loved the rhythm of this, how the poem picked up as you progress through through and then fell again towards the end.

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    February 11, 2017

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