Living Harvest

As tears flow away, 
My heart begins to pay, 
One moment, having no say,
Getting caught in that everlasting gray as I lay beneath my mental fray,
No way shall things make my day causing this heart decay,
Precision incision and displayed on a tray,
Leading it astray,
Inevitably separate way.

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