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Sep 2012
Like leftovers from an extravagant meal,
I thawed my heart and put it on her plate-

I'd hoped it would sustain her.

It was rejected with vigor.

She infers that she's toxic:
spoilt soil at a nuclear blast site.

I'm starting to suspect the offering itself was necrotic.
Shane Hunt
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Shane Hunt  Saturn
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