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Feb 2013
run around inside the chamber of that pounding ****** *****, which lingers inside your chest.
watch as it pumps blood in and out through your body all through the day.
and suddenly the blood stops...
your heart is being torn straight down its center, slowly.
you can hear the tissues and muscle ripping.
it makes a terrible noise that stops the soul with a sharpening pain.
your entire chest area aches.
it burns with the knowledge of a broken heart.
it will take a long time for this odd shaped ***** to mend.
soon new tissues will mend over the open wound and it will be once again alive and well.
written: 2005
Chrysta Ashlock
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Chrysta Ashlock  Michigan
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