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when a heart breaks,
it’s sort of like a piñata

there’s a loud crack
and you know,
it’s painful
to be split open like that

but with all the tears and groans
spilling out of you

so too flows the candy

the good, sweet, hidden treasure
that you’ve been holding secretly
for eons,
kind of suspecting
it might not be worth sharing,
anyway.

but there it is,

and i,
for one,
prefer sweet centers
to flimsy shells

and look at all the colors there are inside us…

so, i’ve stopped begrudging the kid with the bat;
he couldn’t see what he was doing,
anyway.

∴

 

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