Poem: Dredge

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My latest five-line original poem.

Dredge

my heart was used to dredge up
the rubbish remnants of my memories
to where I no longer recognized its luminous
red color; a murky brown became the new normal,
but still, my heart beats in tune to its vibrant past.

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