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Jan 2018
I don't feel my heart anymore. I feel the cold breeze on the tip of my elbow. I feel the air in my chest squeezing rhythmically through the pockets turning into cells,life. Yet my heart. It just sits there never moving, solidifying. It's stuck you see? In between this brick wall and your arm. Slowly pressing inch by inch. As pressure starts to build up i feel its stress.I look down towards my heart to discover warm air sizzling through my chest. Floating through the air like pollen. I smile. Wondering if the steam will make you feel warm again.
Lorelai
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Lorelai  on a hill
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