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Oct 2012
There was a time when my heart pumped

and then it was promptly ripped out.

I wandered

and then picked it up

brushed it off

and pump

it did once again.

Again, it was ripped out

but by yours truly.

I wandered

and then picked it up

brushed it off

and pump

it did once again.

Once more,

it was ripped out.

Now I wander

scar on top of scar

Not yet healed

and bleeding just the same.
J Klein
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