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The Sun Always Rises, Again

She wasn't always heartless
But then
One day; it just, stopped working
It continued to beat, the four chambers
It cracked
The movement staccato


It hurt.

Like hell.

The damage never repaired.


Muscle grew over scar.
Tough but tissue soft
Underneath it all.


The air was caught
Beneath her breast
She breathed

Lungs filled with the strength of a thousand loves

Emotions staggered within tracts
Ever to be found

And so she played her poker face
Long before some chick made it a song.

*tract - a major passage in the body, large bundle of nerve fibers, or other continuous elongated anatomical structure or region.


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