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Her heart speaks a prison vernacular.
Says the views are spectacular
through a hole in her heart.
Her heart, conjugal is a word she knows.
Like the wind she just whistles and blows
words through her heart.
Her heart - parole was denied again.
Wish I was on the inside and in
love with her heart.
Her heart doesn’t pump down in the yard.
Too much muscle’s been scarred
for her heart.
Her heart was confined solitarily,
turned her in voluntarily.
And surrendered her heart.
© Audsongs 2019
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