A bludgeoned heart surrounded by a pool of blood
cut by a knife in the name of love
An organ whose beat once gave life the power to exist
lies like butchered meat chopped in many bits.
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Nice write, and you're correct, the taste of love is left to each of us to savor and season as needed. Keep up expressing, Non-poet lol (guess what, you're wallowing in the poet bullpen with the rest of us lol) ...and check out my poems too, I'd appreciate it.
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Nice write, and you're correct, the taste of love is left to each of us to savor and season as needed. Keep up expressing, Non-poet lol (guess what, you're wallowing in the poet bullpen with the rest of us lol) ...and check out my poems too, I'd appreciate it.