The Dusty Heart

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The heart
Become so small
It curled
Into a ball
It fell
Into the cracks
Between the floorboards
Rolled into
A corner dark
Where cobwebs grew
And dust made coats
Of everything the mice
Did crawl the spiders
Spun
What had begun
Was now abandoned
Lost without a light
To lift or see
Is this you
Or is this me?
©K Barr

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