Of The Heart

You knelt down beside me and

Wrapped your arms

Around my trembling shoulders

“What’s wrong, dear one?” You asked

“My heart is bleeding,” I said

I pulled on my heart to take it out

So that it would hurt less bad

“It’s alright, “ you said, “you can have mine”

You took my hand and guided it

Through the warm flesh in your feeble chest

But instead of a heart I found a clockwork

With sharp clock hands

That pierced through my palm

And scratched my bone

“Ouch!” I cried, and remembered

How my heart was bleeding

In the first place

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