can you hear that whisper in the wind-- the gentle sigh of a heart as it flies away weightless? it ceases to be captured by a cage of bone. that poor girl, innocence resounds from her ashen face, but oh! how she had to
dig&dig;&dig;&cla;;
and claw, to free that clumsy heart of hers. did no-one tell her how unattractive it is to have a gaping hole in her breast? and all she ever wanted was to be beautiful and unshackled, for her chains were not endearing. but that has no importance now that her heart is floating through a silver-lined mushroom cloud of love towards the only one who ever let her feel herself. and that boy, oh that boy! he is all the freedom she can wish for.