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Nov 2015
Your Heart;
Your heart circulates more than the blood it supposedly pumps.
No wonder you're so cold.
Around it goes, until it's lodged itself in your skull;
Right between thoughts of her and you.
Mine
Where is it?
I hear it beat loudly somewhere in my chest.
"Get out"
It's been so long since I've even heard it.
Is this what I've been missing out on?
I suppose it's better than what I'm missing now.
Windsor Flex
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Windsor Flex
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