Heaven take my insides and scoop them out,
Leave them on a desert plain,
For vultures to feed on

Pecking at my insides,
Drawing blood with every lunge,
A visceral tug at my heart strings,
As they are torn away

My soul is on the sandy floor,
Resting in the dust,
And soon to be at one with all,
An all embracing loss

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