The inanition waste you have carved into my heart, against all rules of love, invisible, but felt here in my chest, painfully red as a cherry blossom, is one reminder of what once was a thunderous beat you inspired. That curt nod from you as you bade farewell. . .still caused whirlpools in the underwater of my veins.
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The Bag Lady 
Packs a punch!
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