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Dark Jewel May 2014
My heart is disguised,
As paper.
Thats spotted with red dots.

The dots move endlessly,
Never again to return.
With Oxygen.

My heart is disguised,
As a drum.
That beats,
Constantly.

Once it stops.
You never were.
Here.

— The End —