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Jun 2019
He always wanted to own and steal,
her very existence that she wields,
so one day he reached into her chest,
blood was spilling and it became a mess,
he finally grasped what he thought,
was her beating tool instead though...
came out a pile of coal.

And with surprise he shrieked,
"what the ****, where the hell is your heart?"
she glanced at him calmly,
responded wisely,

"I don't know what that is,
but I think I lost it to my father,
when I was still a kid"
father love heart parent damaged abandoned alone lost troubled youth childhood blood heart dedication family suffering illness
Blake
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     Michael Angelo and Fawn
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