Heartstrings pull against
Your old yellow raincoat
Tattered against my chest
Lungs blown up
Hanging above the mantel
Punctured and gently framed
Two lips burning
A sinner’s fire crackles
Smiles and frowns broken
Tendons stretched out
Hanging down the wall
Running towards nothing.
The Review 
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