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A poem

********Again*********(another poem about a broken heart)

A few months ago
In the season of thundery downpours
My heart lied to me
Yet again

I thought I heard it beat in sync with your heart
I thought it received signals from your heaving chest
Signals of truth and decision and love
Again

And again it slowly stopped beating
You had run a knife through it
Again, it fell apart
Broken, shattered and torn into a thousand pieces

My heart had lied to me again
Leading me one more time on a perilous journey
I feel betrayed by my very own self
To have believed a slitherer so

Again I know my poor heart's hurt
But never beyond redemption
For time heals all.

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