How to Heal a Broken Heart

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It’s been a year

Since the gruesome murder

Which took place right

Where I am sitting now.



The outline tape

Has since been removed,

The tags for bullet casings

Have been packaged.



But I hold the most

Convicting evidence with me,

My heart beating erratically

In my solemn hand.



It tries to heal itself

But I know only another’s love

Can cure the ache

So I prepare to hand it over.


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