Habitue


She was more than familiar
with heart times, extremely
grateful for her breaths

wherever she happened to be
she stood her ground and
fought hard until their deaths

bared and held down
by something ugly, leaving
restrictions on her heart

she beat down her lovers
until what was heartly built
had all fallen apart

again

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