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My Heart WondersMy Hurt and Pain
By TIFFANY D. BROWN
AuthorHouseCopyright © 2011 Tiffany D. Brown
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Chapter OneThe Breakage of Aliveness
I flow there, for I drown in a nonchalant circle of pain.
I focus on disappointment like a baby bird
learning how to fly for the first time.
For this I have to ask,
What have I done?
To receive things that I can't control,
My heart has stopped ticking for him, as if I flat lined in emergency.
There is no resuscitation for me, unless he takes responsibility.
My well-constructed equivalent, Indigent art of a critic potion,
Inconsiderate as a black widow decreasing her mate.
Different spectacles of Lilies and White Roses,
The graphic nature of my existence,
My tag is wrapped up in seven letters.
Seven years of bad luck, my second name is defined as pain, the
last name, café, which is an addiction. (Tiffany Dolores Brown)
So bad luck plus pain and addiction equals me Tiffany.
Swimming or breathing in indicative ethnic's.
Tread milling to keep a notice of my nature. The lamp
in which I turn on, throughout my brain waves,
I complained about my single, alone entrapment
in the global since of air I steal.
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