My heart is too proud to cry...
My heart can't tear when it's so dry...
Muted from experience...isolated by distance...
Did you know that
Lonesomeness
Breeds
Company...?
Four chambers...Rythmically beating...
Fist by fist
Thump by thump
One Pump
One thought
One crawl...
If my heart could form a cry...
It would snarl
And tell you to beware
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