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Nov 2011
...most feelings fade,
but hate remains
and grows enough to start,
the process that will soon enough
try to **** the heart.
The beating slows,
the veins collapse,
the muscle loses size.
the last beat pumps, the heart gives up,
    then shrivels up and dies...
John Fiebelkorn
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John Fiebelkorn
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   Brittany nicole Smith and Ugo
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