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MY TENDER HEART.

MY TENDER HEART.

My tender heart.
Cracked open.
Torn down.
Broken and born.

Blood pours.
Beats pulse.
Breath shallow.
Feel torn.

The tower crumbles.
Life existed.
No longer afoot.

Cries haunting.
Mental taunting.
Breaking deeper.
Thou shall not run.

To sink deeper.
Surrender to freedom.
Rather than into “the one.”

This separation.
Torn incession.
Leaves me falling apart.

I turn inward.
Break further.
Holding.
My tender heart.

Bec Hart.

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