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Inside my chest lies an anomaly, An anatomical wonder; Inside me lives my triangle heart, Ever torn asunder. No rounded edges has my soul, 'Cause chafers gon' chafe; It beats irregular the time, Like constant battle strafe. Often dead my heart's become, Silent as the grave; Resuscitated by the shock, Its walls have nearly caved. No weather wears the pointy ends, And no waves caress the stone; My heart lies cold and rough within, Pleased to be alone. No harm has knocked upon its doors, Nor has its core been touched; Indeed, my heart has felt no warmth Since you replaced its flesh.
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Aug 7, 2014
Aug 7, 2014 at 5:32 PM UTC
Triangle Heart
Inside my chest lies an anomaly, An anatomical wonder; Inside me lives my triangle heart, Ever torn asunder. No rounded edges has my soul, 'Cause chafers gon' chafe; It beats irregular the time, Like constant battle strafe. Often dead my heart's become, Silent as the grave; Resuscitated by the shock, Its walls have nearly caved. No weather wears the pointy ends, And no waves caress the stone; My heart lies cold and rough within, Pleased to be alone. No harm has knocked upon its doors, Nor has its core been touched; Indeed, my heart has felt no warmth Since you replaced its flesh.
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ashley-somebody
29/F/Indonesian
Aug 7, 2014
Aug 7, 2014 at 5:32 PM UTC
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