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Our Hearts Are Foreign Pictures
Our Hearts are foreign pictures
Streamlined in acute nostalgia
We speak with aid of mirrors
Through perditions of bad subtitles
The roads we drew dissected
Between the span of two Berlins
Inside an abstract exhibited
Monogamous symmetry of our selves
Our hearts are foreign pictures
Once transitioned into colleagues
Now collapsing into integers
Of separate distinctive ashes
The laws of sexual attraction
Have diminished with every return
The sad physics of lust
Is that its momentum decreases with trust
Our hearts are foreign Pictures
Forever impaired with babble
Wind talking is now the surface
Communicating the ascent of Freefall
Our hearts are foreing...
poem
by
Kevin Patrick
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