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Nov 2012
My gut
is a gaping hole
where the pieces
simply fall through its emptiness.

My heart
is a pounding piece of flesh
where the pulse
creates a frantic scratch,
like the nails on a schoolboard.

My head
is a messy forest
where the branches
inhibit visitors
to pass and explore
Olivia
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Olivia
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