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The Bleeding Heart
by
Melissa DeMedio
The bleeding heart,
Has it's way,
While it cries,
It dreads the day.
Pulsing warmth,
I crave the touch,
But loneliness has taken such.
Craving you,
Makes me bleed,
With tears of crimson,
Seems the need.
I miss you so,
I tend to bleed,
When missing you,
Is thee lead.
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