Purging Hearts

Purging hearts,

When searching starts,

Then when we felt most apart,

Uncertain loss,

From a fate at fault,

Dawdling through an unforgotten past,

Purple spots,

The fertile drops,

Of mirth that smudges where it stops,

Hurting throbs,

Where the thirsting is from,

Darkening the scarlet in the eye of the strop,

Irking plots,

Of pairs lurking in lots,

Paste the conniptions of needs and wants,

Urgent harks,

Hear the reoccurring sobs,

It is I and others in a seemingly changing cast,

Virgin masks,

Its’ disturbing what’s lost,

An innocence that makes deception an art…

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