This morning loading the laundry
Filling the machine
My back a pull a cramp a stab
Near the shoulder blade
Pain that lingers as I type
And goes right round to my chest
It will come to my heart
My heart which has been under
Attack most of my life
Pulled out of me as by a Mayan
Priest given up to the Chac Mool
So many times the knife of love
Not quite unrequited
Has cut right into you my heart
It will come finally the so called real heart
Attack the kindest of all freeing me of pain
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