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Sep 2014
A river flows through cracks
in my rib cage. No matter
how much metal leaves my
heart there's always a chunk
of plasma glowing just for
you. The channels and canals
beneath my skin remind me
to never stop moving,
even when the rocks
are standing in my way.
Amy Y
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Amy Y
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   Haydn Swan, SPT and Tyler Durden
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