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Is This Heartbreak?

There is a hole, heart blackened accent

Happy accident

Tears the soul apart, all when it went

The imminent 

Just like coal, start a fire in its burnt scent 

Not heaven sent

Hellish laughter followed after

Lost in math that hath no number 

Relished drafter, final product for her

Words that can only count the ways I loved you 

© The Sad Owl

Categories: poetry Prose

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The Sad Owl

I'm just here. Until I'm not.

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