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The human heart #3

This is the third and last version of the human heart poem. Very short. very brief. very different but after reading this version and the other two versions as well, do you think taking out this many words altered the poem too much or do you think the same initial feeling was still carried all the way through. Let me know your thoughts in the comments below and thank you as always for reading.

The human heart #3

Fragile.

Fleeting.

Built to break.

Dawnduskular.

It shatters.

Muddled.

Lise is loss.

Stitches snap.

Bleeding

tears.

Gone.

Vanished.

Nothing.

My dreams

passing

to silence

the silence,

his arms:

Stillness.

-Eva M.M.

” Me and the pen, we are one. If its ink would cease to flow, my ink would cease to flow.”

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I am a young and enthusiastic writer, fresh out of highschool and into college at IUSB. I babysit and work and live life to it's fullest. I write. I read. I do yoga. And plan to become. Yoga intructers as well. I grew up on a farm and can't,t wait to move back to the country in my tiny house I have already planned out. Sometimes I'm a little melodramatic but rarely. I'm a spiritual healer, a hopeless romantic, a book worm, and very nostalgic. Thanks for stopping by.

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