Once you took out my heart
stroking it with gentlest touch
promising to keep it only
in your soulful satin sheets.
Many times you took out my heart
in anger, badgering it with hurtful
words and looks of despair
unconcerned of the damage done.
You then took out my heart
laying it on the coffee table
among our newspaper and ashtrays
disregarding it with yesterday’s news.
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