Poor Souls

How many pieces

Can a heart be broken into?

How many times

Can it happen to the same heart

Before it breaks down

And dries up forever?

 

Poor are the souls

Of those who dream,

Of those who long

For the touch

Of warm lips

That never seem to come.

 

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