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Mar 2013
I don't feel my ribs,
and I can't feel my chest.
I'm just going to keep hidden from the rest;
rest of everything.
Oh, but I do feel something, actually.
The hard swelling of my heart.
The dwelling of what I think is a soul.
flynt
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flynt  Olympia, WA
(Olympia, WA)   
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