In the midst of struggle

I find no solice

In words

Nor blue eyed promises

I reach in through my rib cage

Searching for the beating heart

He said he heard

That November we laid as one

I believe now he lied

For if I had ever possesed a heart

It was surly the ghost’s flame

That turned it to ash

Replaced with a heavy stone

From the shore of his birth

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