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"Pray, Tell"
"Pray tell," you ask, "what's on your heart?"
It's clear from words you've spoken
It hurts that you can still pretend
You don't know why it's broken.
For six long months you laid my heart aside
But, just close enough to reach it.
And now you think you can still squeeze blood
From those tiny, broken pieces.
- Lo Ruh
