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She wore her heart
On her sleeve-
Let the pitter-patter
Clatter drive him away.

He kept his body
Isolated from your heart,
Detaching himself
To keep it intact.

Poured out in
His open palms,
Her beatless heart
Bled through fingertips.

She said she had
A change of heart
When the truth was:
His heart wasn’t in it.