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Jun 2014
My heart falls out of my chest with a splatter
SPLURT gush mush
Crushed berry blood
Now pooling at your feet.

Now I have sicked up my heart
It is nothing to do with me
And you must clean it up.

Transplant what has burst into your own chest,
Cavity spattered, a gory work of art.
This is yours, this ******, awful mess.
Wrote this aaaaaages ago, last year in fact. It's horrible, I know, but a bit different to my usual stuff, so I thought I'd chuck it out there!
Amanda In Scarlet
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Amanda In Scarlet  London, UK
(London, UK)   
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