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Oct 2012
Stopped.
Gone.
Disappeared.
Vanished.
Where art thou?

Because it just stopped.
And it won't restart i promise.

But at least it's stopped and numb,
Rather than beating furiously,
Life pouring out of it from the pain and desire.

My heart.
Red
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