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No other way could express this aching heart better Than a protection of the soul from the poison of the mind. But all this hand wants to do now is reach in and feel heartbeats slow and cease, caught underneath the nails and squeezed beyond fingers, detached and unrecognisable.
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Mar 8, 2017
Mar 8, 2017 at 12:17 PM UTC
The aching heart
No other way could express this aching heart better Than a protection of the soul from the poison of the mind. But all this hand wants to do now is reach in and feel heartbeats slow and cease, caught underneath the nails and squeezed beyond fingers, detached and unrecognisable.
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Mar 8, 2017
Mar 8, 2017 at 12:17 PM UTC
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