Beaten Heart
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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A lone chair standing at an empty table, maybe feeling the sadness of someone who has yet to come and stop for a while.
A heart having been beaten until it's black and blue from a constant barrage of abuse through the years, giving off only messages of a poverty in love.
Wanting and wishing for someone to give true love, a person who will respect and return it peacefully, a person whose heart is true and honest.
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