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Apr 2015
Her heart was not for the weary.
It's been ******.
Beaten.
Tortured.
There's barely enough oxygen left
to pump out whatever still clings
to her left ventricle.
She is the art of oneself.
And if you're lucky enough,
you may get lost in her, too.
Jaee Derbéssy
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Jaee Derbéssy  nowhere, yet everywhere.
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