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No heart
Trying to jump in your double Dutch Razer splitting me for every mistaken step.
My breaths feel like a touch of death, tugging the fine line to give vantage,
Looking away from myself to find a hole filled with my innards.
But no heart.
My breaths feel like a touch of death, tugging the fine line to give vantage,
Looking away from myself to find a hole filled with my innards.
But no heart.
Published 14th May 2020
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