mine is not
the teflon heart
things roll off me
like oil off a duck
leaving wings
like black fangs
that will never carry
south for the winter
mine is not
the teflon heart
but a siltstone cliff
written deep
of thrashing seas
fit now to crumble
and crunch
beneath your feet
mine is not
the teflon heart
and neither
is yours –
I don't care
what you say
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