i bring you my heart
on a platter
pounds of beating matter
for you to splatter
on the floor
stitch up te emptiness
with some closure
i'll keep my compsure
no need for exposure
still they watch
they see you picking
up the pieces
while your hatred increases
and heart ceases
to exist
your hand may never
come clean
from washing the scene
did you like the cuisine
or was it bitter
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