Large, hollow eyes protruding out of

The boneless face of Boney Bones

Delicately, deteriorating wilted wings of

Doveless Doves and their

Bloomless Blooms

Helpless to themselves

And the disruptive convulsions of

The haplessly, helpless Heart

That seeks to claw its way out of locked

Chambers of broken glass

The unbroken, broken glass

of rhythmically, riddling,

Restless hearts

And their aching longings for

Rest.

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