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i must remove my heart from
this Atlantis of a place,
where a soul
can drown
in the deep of
othersďż˝ need, where

the only sense of Real or True
is warm flesh uncovered
and devoured by
eyes and
tongues
that talk of
greedandsex and
always something else
that echoes of the old times,
before the dance with sharks
became a hunger that consumed like pain.

Heart sense of Real cannot be touched
by hand or eye, though it
may yet drown
in the deep
of my compassion for
the cold souls here below.

So i will remove my heart and
place her somewhere
beautiful and safe,
where a sunrise
over ocean and
softwaves
will wash
her in the
Real and True.

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