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My heart that does not beat,
It is at peace.
It puts my soul at ease,
It makes me still...
My reality, my duality.
The desperation, the chains that set me free.
My heart that does not beat, a thing of beauty.
But It does not live, so I cannot have it truly.

Too much for me to bear, The things that are said that I refuse to hear.
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Mario López-Goicoechea

Written by Mario López-Goicoechea

9.97K Followers

London-based, Cuban writer. Author of “Cuban, Immigrant, and Londoner” https://uk.bookshop.org/a/6886/9781528994293 https://acubaninlondon.medium.com/membership

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