my thousand pound heart

lie dormant in my chest

feeble now from the effort

bumbling softly through my sweater

I don’t notice the warmth anymore


cold wind stings my cheeks red

(the most blood I’ve felt in days)

dust in my lungs coating every word I say

the passion is gone

I wish I could see the sky

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