chrysanthemums and other forgotten creatures

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my heart

he plays my heart

like the strings of a harp

tugging each strand

with crimson fingers

a sweet melody

of kisses and sweet breaths

his smile,

like honey in my veins

a shot of heroin

to my addict heart

his touch,

a scream of adrenaline

a breath of air to my

strangled heart

his eyes,

sure smiles

a sip of water to my

dehydrated heart

his name,

hearing its ring

a small memory

another crack in my

broken heart.

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