Photography by Kat Gentry
The last ember of the heart was transient and resilient
Pumping out emotion for one last instant
Recluse and recoiled to avoid rejection
Unwilling to have stability and accept affection
Words are lacking a taste of tongue
Language seems unbearable no speech to be sung
Quivering lips searching for an interlock
The numbness is residual by the initial shock
Moments are clearly moments that should not be forgotten
As the times begin to change the side-effects become rotten
Strangers remain untune by the demeanor of their counterparts
Life is not a game but rather a dissection of hearts
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