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Mar 2017
No other way could express
this aching heart better
Than a protection of the soul
from the  poison of the mind.

But all this hand wants to do now
is reach in
and feel heartbeats slow and cease,
caught underneath the nails
and squeezed beyond fingers,
detached and unrecognisable.
halfheartedsoul
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halfheartedsoul  SG
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