my heart beats inside therhythms of my own emptiness,
craving the over consumption
of all that has been denied,
knowing it can never be so;
my heart's cracks screech out
to those who pass with extra credit
offerings no one seems to want,
not even offering so much as a thank you...
as they pass by with another;
my heart, steeped deep in dark tea residue
pretends not to care...
returning to the upstairs solitude
the make available, as required.
1May14
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