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First Line: I feel the blood ooze from my heart
Last Line: But now it tugs no more.
Alternate Author Name(s): Mundt, Mrs. Karl E.
Subject(s): Retrospection


I feel the blood ooze from my heart,
Drop by drop it spatters
On the dead face of yesterday;
Each drop bears with it bits
Of cherished things: a poppy petaled dream
Of girlhood, the echo of a voice
Once kind, the memory of the times you've pinched
My cheek, and run your fingers through my hair.
I scarce can breathe I try so hard
To dam the flow.
I cannot lose this last poor shred—
My longing to lie quiet in your arms.
When that has vanished down the cataract of drops
I'll be a useless thing.
Drip! Drip! Drip!
I once felt Life tug at my heart,
But now it tugs no more.





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