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Apr 22
He got used to it

Keeping his heart
in the fridge

Sometimes he opens
the door to look at it

He stands there
in the doorway
and watches it


In a calm
and steady rhythm

He feels tempted
to take it out

Warm it up

But he never does

He leaves it there
on a special shelve


In the emergency
he knows what to do

He simply turns the
temperature down

When it gets too warm

Written by
Anya  42/F/London
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