My Heart Is A Braying Beast
P Patti Masterman
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My heart is a braying beast
That will not listen reason;
On its bones, I'd like to feast,
A full March out of season.
My heart no rare hunter is,
To prey unwary creatures;
But more it waits, alone like this-
For some, to sew its sutures.
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