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Carving a polystyrene heart. Turning the white shape, In hands held close to my chest. Slicing with the sharp blade, Suddenly my hands are stained Scarlet - can a styrene heart bleed? Just ink on my sweaty hands. The carved heart takes its place In a sand mould - vaporised By molten metal to become My cold, cast iron, heart.
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Dec 25, 2015
Dec 25, 2015 at 4:38 AM UTC
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Carving a polystyrene heart. Turning the white shape, In hands held close to my chest. Slicing with the sharp blade, Suddenly my hands are stained Scarlet - can a styrene heart bleed? Just ink on my sweaty hands. The carved heart takes its place In a sand mould - vaporised By molten metal to become My cold, cast iron, heart.
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Dec 25, 2015
Dec 25, 2015 at 4:38 AM UTC
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