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Oct 2014
My heart was filled with daisies whose heads sprung from each ventricle.

Their stems creeped through my arms and I radiated purity.

Then a new seed was sewn into the cavity of my chest

And thorns grew from my body, now nobody can touch me.
Emma Henderson
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Emma Henderson  Dublin, Ireland
(Dublin, Ireland)   
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