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2d
My heart pumps, desperately, frantically
In the palm of her hand.
She has pulled it from my ribcage
Without so much as a gasp
Or some utterance of disgust
Even as crimson stains her skin;
Rather, she gazes at it with adoration.
I cannot speak anymore
and I cannot express the same.
Written by
Kaikov
7
     Yuiza Nabin and The Romantic
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