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The Finish

January 16, 2024
By Anonymous

A red core beating crazily,

Loud with the sound of a devout,

Flowing with great intensity,

Hoping it never does give out ,


A sharp pain emerges through

The cavity growing in my chest

A steady rhythm of blood drips

My body becoming overstressed


Working every day,

Dries me out like clay,

My heart-dripping passion to pull.

Becoming all gray and dull.


Sitting here in desperation,

Feeling miscommunication,

Heart goes numb with contemplation,

Death awaits– a destination.



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