A heart
On sale,
No, a heart
 For free,

One etched skin,
Falling into disrepair,
Dripped in the acid
Of your lazy ramblings,

A scar, perhaps,
From your thumbs,
When you plunged inside,
To rip in twain,

Drips of blood,
Gently weeping,
Awaiting harsh arrival
Of burrowing bites,

Let me lean back
To save a strain,
To grip the handles,
Splitting away,

I shake my head,
Deep disrespect,
Broken your xenia,
In a flash of lightning,

A hand on the table,
Whispering in tension,
I'll stare into your eyes
And send you a message,

Words, clearer than sky,
'To you, my dear,
My finest friend,
I'll sell you my heart,

It's no use anymore,
No use to me,
It's broken and dead,
Ruined an era ago.'

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