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Mar 2012
No romanticized ideas.
about your heart.
You imagine,
a mound of bloodied flesh.
In darkness,
for there is no light inside a body.
It squeezes and releases.
squeezes and releases.
Making its gross distortions
until you die.
Life.
Written by
Sarah
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