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my congenital heart defect ~for C.E.H.~ *’tis true, my heart long damaged by repeated resuscitations, the endless revivals invasive + new favorite hits, now so enlarged, the doctors say, no más, no más, mr. boss, don’t let your guard down too small to accept more standbys, ones needy most, the beseechers, the ones who only know a single equation, love = pain, are witnesses, no theorem proofs required, the ****** expressions unholy sufficient a few invitees rush the red velvet ropes, inside, they hunker down, finding a cozy artistic artery hangout, filtering my blood-streaming, eyes for new artists, new poems, new strangers to take in, shelter... much caring for the living, strains existence, a heart has limitations, every human has capacity constraints for loving, but they bring their friends, coequals in pain/heartaches/false positives, no rinse cycle it is like calcium layering on you bones, additive, addictive, andieting is a precursor to exhilarating dying, when love and pain passes the point of no return, once, then, there is no expiation, no forgiveness for the trail of your damaged acts requires admittance, recompense, 3 in 1 motor oil de minimus, you want to love equally, but impossible task, yo, won’t last, but stretch flex skin to squeeze one more in, SMH the puzzled doctors find my weakness DNA genetic, my lexicon has no word in any language for barricade, fence, restraints, keep out, the hearts, smelling my blood, open cells, pile in, no blame attached* lender of first resort, giving my organs, what an exceptional way to hasten my inevitable and total fulfillment, stretching my limits
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Jan 3, 2020
Jan 3, 2020 at 12:13 PM UTC
my congenital heart defect
my congenital heart defect ~for C.E.H.~ *’tis true, my heart long damaged by repeated resuscitations, the endless revivals invasive + new favorite hits, now so enlarged, the doctors say, no más, no más, mr. boss, don’t let your guard down too small to accept more standbys, ones needy most, the beseechers, the ones who only know a single equation, love = pain, are witnesses, no theorem proofs required, the ****** expressions unholy sufficient a few invitees rush the red velvet ropes, inside, they hunker down, finding a cozy artistic artery hangout, filtering my blood-streaming, eyes for new artists, new poems, new strangers to take in, shelter... much caring for the living, strains existence, a heart has limitations, every human has capacity constraints for loving, but they bring their friends, coequals in pain/heartaches/false positives, no rinse cycle it is like calcium layering on you bones, additive, addictive, andieting is a precursor to exhilarating dying, when love and pain passes the point of no return, once, then, there is no expiation, no forgiveness for the trail of your damaged acts requires admittance, recompense, 3 in 1 motor oil de minimus, you want to love equally, but impossible task, yo, won’t last, but stretch flex skin to squeeze one more in, SMH the puzzled doctors find my weakness DNA genetic, my lexicon has no word in any language for barricade, fence, restraints, keep out, the hearts, smelling my blood, open cells, pile in, no blame attached* lender of first resort, giving my organs, what an exceptional way to hasten my inevitable and total fulfillment, stretching my limits
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one of the Dakotas
Jan 3, 2020
Jan 3, 2020 at 12:13 PM UTC
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