I found a stone from which
A heart had been broken off
It sat alone with its gaping face
All the blood drained black
An open mouth even the scream
Had abandoned long ago
Really it looked like a lost shoe
A tired old woman's dirty clog
Left behind for whomever
She was running from or to
I put my foot on that stone
And stumbled forward and fell
The way lovers part
Living without a heart
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