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Mar 2014
Because my heart is empty
my stomach is empty.
I spill the contents of you
on the floor.
No rag will ever clean that up.
Love, romantic love, must wait.
But they didn't tell you about
the emptiness
that buries itself deep in
your flesh, bones, muscles
and tendons.
Wíštfûł Wáñdêręr
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Wíštfûł Wáñdêręr  My Home Is Wherever I Go
(My Home Is Wherever I Go)   
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