Autopsy Results

Every poem I write
is a plea for help,
formatted & flowery

Divided as it is,
every line is a cry
for some attention

Every word is a faux;
misguided synonyms
for what I truly feel

The results are in,
predictably the same;
each time I dissect my heart

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