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Wire Hanger Hearts
"I pray
Her heart is bigger
Than the hole
In mine."
I can't explain
How much you've done.
And now we're left
Like lint
In separate coat pockets
Hung
In darkened closets.
The lingering
Begins...
Your soul took hanger form
Adorned with
Just my clinging cloth.
But imitation silk
Is rather cumbersome.
And soon the weight
Would bend the wire down
And down
As collar stretched around and slipped
With garment to the ground.
Didn't know I had the ability
To twist such a distinct voice
Into anonymity
Through just a simple choice...
