He got used to it
Keeping his heart
in the fridge
Sometimes he opens
the door to look at it
He stands there
in the doorway
and watches it
Beating
In a calm
and steady rhythm
He feels tempted
to take it out
Warm it up
But he never does
He leaves it there
on a special shelve
Safe
In the emergency
he knows what to do
He simply turns the
temperature down
When it gets too warm
…
Apr 22, 2019
Apr 22, 2019 at 2:51 AM UTC
He got used to it
Keeping his heart
in the fridge
Sometimes he opens
the door to look at it
He stands there
in the doorway
and watches it
Beating
In a calm
and steady rhythm
He feels tempted
to take it out
Warm it up
But he never does
He leaves it there
on a special shelve
Safe
In the emergency
he knows what to do
He simply turns the
temperature down
When it gets too warm
…
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