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Poetry by kristallkross
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Written on 2007-11-01 at 20:27
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Heartbeats in the palm of my hand
With two fingers down my throat I purge my heart out. As it keeps beating, and I hold it in my hand, I can realize that I am alive, so I put it back in there again. Even though I can, vaguely, feel it, it is hard to know for sure that it is actually there. So I pick it out, and put it back, and pick it out, and put it back. It never ends, and all they tell me is to name the monsters in my head. Are they talking about me?Poetry by kristallkross
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