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Her Heart

Her Heart

 

They stood

 

picking
like a dog at a bone
tearing it to shreds ripping it apart.

 

She stood 

 

watching 
It had been her home
her heart.

 


© 2018 Taylor Crowshaw

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sanjana shroff

Sun 19th Aug 2018 19:00

wow?

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Don Matthews

Wed 15th Aug 2018 15:29

Sad, but expressed in just a few words as Anya says. To me, the art of poetry is being able to express much in as few words as possible. You have done this perfectly here. Well done ?

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Wed 15th Aug 2018 14:27

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