Walking through a storm
Stealing through a canyon
Thrashing through my heart
A silly beating heart
One foolish bloody heart
Too many mistaken rhythms
Caves and blackness
You never came out
Bravery was swallowed
By Doubt
The only traces
Are tracks made by
My barely beating heart
A halved and dry heart
Twisted bleeding off-key
The storm broke
The canyon fell
Dust of my heart
(August 7th)
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