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Nov 2017
Metallic heart,
Savor what you can
While you can
And rest where you lie


Sanguine flesh,
I will pierce thee
To feverishly rip, and tear
At these rusted-over heartstrings


Sluggish pulse,
Hand over calloused hand
Wipe the luster from her brow
And drown me in the clamor


Dangerous dreams,
I smell the rain from years away
I recede, and believe
That time won't repair this erosion


Chris Thomas
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Chris Thomas  40/M/Maryville, Tennessee, USA
(40/M/Maryville, Tennessee, USA)   
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