the heart is a citrus fruit
wrapped in a sac
a labour in silent
prayed to be taken care off
earlier today
one felt like it has been shredded, peeled
not afraid, but indeed
it ached
as I receive
an emblem I picked up
a picture
much love revolve around you
smiles, sincerity and of genuine
faces and a beaming glow
albeit your preference towards soliloquy
I admired, it stung and I remained rooted
you deserve what's best
I am alone too
not as rich
conditioned to be strong and impregnable
kindness charged, in an attempt to convert me
I am left armed, and unarmed
quietly
when nobody intrudes
I think of you and I smile
I smile
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