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Oct 2013
Her heart is an
empty concave space
with nothing beating or
pumping
it's not red with blood and
vessels
instead it's in the palm of
her hand
pale and shrunken
and as much as she
wants it to pump
there's no energy to even
be herself
let alone
save her heart

© Sia Jane
Written by
Sia Jane  United Kingdom
(United Kingdom)   
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   Givenchy Ateke, rachel, ---, Manas, --- and 3 others
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