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Jun 2013
The thing under the nailed boards rattles its cage

But its keeper beats the floor, demanding silence.

The man had finally found his heart

And having seen what it could do, he locked it up forever

Hoping against hope it would turn cannibal

That he could forget the emotions throbbing in the space where his chest used to be.
Screaming Wallflower
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Screaming Wallflower  between dreams
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