Gorgeous and beating
full of the darkest red blood,
the borrowed heart
waits in the shadows like prey.
The borrowed heart gets taken
and used, explored and opened--
discarded and abused,
exploited and damaged,
recycled and and reused.
Always returned and never kept,
the borrowed heart has
mourned and wept,
loved only in time's temporary,
abandoned in winter's January.
It has been left in the empty space,
it has been held tightly in sensual embrace!
Only to be returned to its place--
for no one ever keeps a borrowed heart.
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