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Aug 2016
I am death.
A heart beats motionless in my chest,
to sway none but me.
If thought were passion I would carry the world,
but alas, the world would have none.
My heart is death and longing,
for beneath my baser instinct
is a depth of soul that no life aught to plumb
Written by
Loren Ross-Taylor
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