Jagged shrapnel protrudes from my bleeding heart;
each fragment representing
a word
thought
or even a look,
they have left their mark.
Little by little the piercing metal
eliminates my existance.
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 7:20 PM UTC
Jagged shrapnel protrudes from my bleeding heart;
each fragment representing
a word
thought
or even a look,
they have left their mark.
Little by little the piercing metal
eliminates my existance.
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