HEART MURMUR

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hearts don't run

they merely beat

some fast

some slow

but too, too often

more so than not

a very hasty retreat

but what else could

one expect from a heart

and you standing there

with yours

so wounded

yet fueling your burning angry eyes

wildly into my poor, pitiful back

the only viable thing for me to do

is to quickly start improving upon

my supposed craft..............

(July 13, 1998)

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