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Nov 2010
There is an *****
inside of my chest
that squeezes out liquid
to feed to the rest

It keeps me alive,
sustains my breathing,
but with its attributes
it is quite deceiving-

My very own heart!
It’s tied to a string
that is tangled with yours
and all that you bring.
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