"Stand With My Heart Out"
here with my heart out,
stand with my heart out,
in this palm of mine . .
that dont i recognize.
the wrinkles of this weak hand, are stained
bright red,
when did i lose myself.
take the other hand, put my finger in the creases
and paint graffiti on the wall
bright red,
as i touch the concrete
my finger tender
i write...
"love is for fools like me"
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