By Ash Alexander I brought a heart to a swordfight Freshly plucked My own I admit that I knew On some level My loss was inevitable   But still, When the blade pierced Two of my four chambers I found myself grateful That I had kept the organ soft And yielding   #darkpoetsclub #smallspacedeepimpact #50wordchallenge

By Stephen Maloney weary I dance in my mind                   a faint two-step a simple soft shoe         on the corner        waiting for this all        to end   can I bring you   a cup of darkness     from this well         of my night   laughing at traces                             feint music tripping      over the dark #darkpoetsclub #smallspacedeepimpact #50wordchallenge

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