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May 2014
Internally, something in your head bangs, is this suppose to be your brain? You're lungs contract with every exhale, your heart? sticked so many times back together again it's filled with molecules of needle holes, when you take your first breath the  two compartments of your heart are suppose to abut, but what if it doesn't?
Fatima
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Fatima  Salt Lake City
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