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Open Heart


Your eyes so warm, hazel and inviting

dancing, sparkling, alive

are dulled with pain now.

Those eyes tell of suffering

and struggle

a body ravaged by man's toil

a life worked to the bone

a chest exposed

ripped open

and a heart

so tender

yet so strong.


They butchered you baby.

I hear your pain.

if i could heal you

I'd give my soul

to stop your silent cry.



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