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Heart/Zen

The lines of my heart were once well rehearsed Searching the earth they formed a stage The audience grew and the applause became The only reason The only aim But every time the curtain fell I walked away empty in pain The applause was not enough Things changed The lines erased upon the stage And left a painting of bloody stains And now my heart in Zen remains

4/4/13 .. beatriZ

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