Single Blow

The heart coils in the confines of a container,
And light bends and reflects against its walls,
Its blood sours too with the absence of heat and air,
And its pinkish colour chills to a blue hue,
When all the life and love it has to offer turns inward,
Guarding itself from even the tiniest scratch,
For it is far too weak and pale to take on a single blow.

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