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My few last moments
I cut
into my gut
Not to much
but just enough
I slip my fingers inside
sliding past organs and tissue
They hit my ribs
But that's not an issue
Moving around them
Grasping the heart
Pulling the veins
ripping them apart
I rip out my own heart
I stare at it
As I count my
last few moments
into my gut
Not to much
but just enough
I slip my fingers inside
sliding past organs and tissue
They hit my ribs
But that's not an issue
Moving around them
Grasping the heart
Pulling the veins
ripping them apart
I rip out my own heart
I stare at it
As I count my
last few moments
Published 21st Aug 2011
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