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Feb 2018
A hungry heart
hurts like hell,
devours itself
searching for
something
that isn’t there.

So, my innards ache,
my fists break
hard
against solid objects,
tears threaten me,
come dangerously
close,
but never flow.
Graff1980
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Graff1980  43/M/Springfield Illinois
(43/M/Springfield Illinois)   
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