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Z

a heart.
beating.
deep in the dark.
a silent plea to another.
peep into what's mine and you'll know
how i suffer for all your deeds.
yet.
a love that knows.
dances.
tipped with honey.glazed.sweet.
ripped apart .
shreds.nothing.
in a matter of two seconds.
i know.
you do.
but never will tell.
if only words were louder
than the meanness of its actions.
i could run and never look back.
a linear escape.
and Z.

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