Second hand heart
Letters without punctuation
I wrote it wrong
recycled material
empty slots
Void of agony
Scraps of faces
facts
Photos on the newspaper
Blood spilled all around the city
Pure, right, obvious mortality
Silvered shield
Undated closed organ
Covered by salt, a landfill
And I loved you so strongly
As to love you so strong was not a mistake
Nothing to complain
I'd Do it again
and with the voice of a vulture:
I say I still love you.