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Cliche (NaPoWriMo #5)

Every time I turn on the radio

It seems like another sensation

singing about their heart.

Bruised, broken, in love, what have you

it always comes back

to a muscle in the chest.

I could be a cynic

but loving someone

from the bottom of your heart

is a bit cliche.

I’d rather look someone in the eyes

and tell them their touch

pleases every nerve in my body

that their presence sends warmth

from my skeletal frame

outward to the surface of my skin.



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