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Mean heart, cold heart

Holding you close, like cards to the chest.

Can you hear my heart, can you feel what’s bereft?

Scars that never healed, callused to stone.

A pebble in a landslide on its way home.

Love gives words more meaning than sex.

Feminine natures much like my ex.

Climbing and reaching out of self dug holes.

find not a lending hand, but Charon & tolls.

Presented with a misogynists end,

Picket line at my funeral—no amends…

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