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Ectopia Cordis
What fell beyond the fence
Was never handled with care
Or at all, all the days it sunk
Mush made to muck
A draped thoraxic pen
The drum, stubborn, steady
Up to the end, and fair
Notes plucked by Eros
A vestigial strum
It should be garbage
No, never found upon my land
Nor never the tilted tempo
Did tremble in my ear
Though it throbbed its loudest
When I thought it, in a moment
Was there
Was never handled with care
Or at all, all the days it sunk
Mush made to muck
A draped thoraxic pen
The drum, stubborn, steady
Up to the end, and fair
Notes plucked by Eros
A vestigial strum
It should be garbage
No, never found upon my land
Nor never the tilted tempo
Did tremble in my ear
Though it throbbed its loudest
When I thought it, in a moment
Was there
Published 3rd Jun 2014
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