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Aug 2010
What is inside
that eats at me?
The fact that you might read this
Shouldn't change a thing
But it makes me think,
Maybe I could reach you

              And do what?

Ever since that day
You walked out that door
My heart's been in a box
Underneath the floor
And when I fall asleep
I can hear it's beating
Still to the rhythm of your breathing

But what can I do
this parasitic worm
crawls its way around my organs
the poison that it spreads
Warms them
Keeps them alive
Cause everyday
     I don't hear your voice,
        don't see your face,
        don't touch your skin
Somehow I survive.
Pink Taylor
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