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You've ripped my heart in two, Half of me will remain with you. I will wonder half empty Until I'm still, and even then I can only feel, half full. This perjury of love has yet to be understood. Holding these Acute symptoms while stepping forward. I now understand surgery can only be done with my own two hands when Two steps back only arrested my cardiac.
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Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 12:43 PM UTC
Cross my Heart
You've ripped my heart in two, Half of me will remain with you. I will wonder half empty Until I'm still, and even then I can only feel, half full. This perjury of love has yet to be understood. Holding these Acute symptoms while stepping forward. I now understand surgery can only be done with my own two hands when Two steps back only arrested my cardiac.
The dawning of subconscious In progress I Woke up with the words of this poem on my lips, It was a cold January morning beneath the pomegranate trees.
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Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 12:43 PM UTC
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