The Heart
The pounding of it,
Pulsive and persise,
Against the rib and muscle,
Till the end it breathes.
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Secrets
Tears for fears,
ever unclear.
Foggy and misty,
bright as day.
Nothing to see,
till dead I lay.
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Silence
Softer than air,
heavier than word,
meaningful as a promise.
useful as action.
Stand alone and true.
No one noticed, but word spoken.
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O.o You're actually going to read this??? o.O
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