(written January 2023)
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Sledgehammer to the chest.
They stole her heart and then left her for dead.
The void, so deep, now she lies, bereft.
Her heart still beats, but the void remains,
she, a football in their games.
As the gap widens evermore, her soul searches for a cure.
To heal the place that no sutures can mend.
Or maybe she will always live with this gaping hole in her breast.
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