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Jun 2014
The pumping is still as my hand lays flat,
a non-moving silence is what I face.
I keep waiting to feel it, pat, pat, pat,
but time passes by and still no trace.
There's nothing there it is strictly hollow.
Where has my heart gone?
Do I dare to follow?
Taylor Cuomo
Written by
Taylor Cuomo  New York, NY
(New York, NY)   
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