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Jun 2018
Her heart was no longer held in her chest,
Rather she sported it on her sleeve.
Everyone noticed that her sleeves were stained ****** red.
Everyone but her.
She wakes up the next morning, and before leaving the house,
She attatches her heart to her sleeve like a piece of fine jewelry.
Gabriella Chiodo
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Gabriella Chiodo  Lil Rhody
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