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Feb 2019
He ripped her heart out
And placed it in a frame.
He worshiped the framed heart
But his knees began to bleed from the pressure.

He placed the frame in the attic
So it would never be touched.
Over the years he visited the frame
And whispered his dreams and ambitions.

But one day he stopped...

Wilting with the dust
Her heart began to crumble.
It is still up there today
Being forgotten by all...

Except YOU!!!
Amy Childers
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Amy Childers  21/F/Missouri
(21/F/Missouri)   
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     ---, Senna-Mia Rahner and Mark S
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