I have worn my heart on my sleeve
for so long
that the space in my chest where it used to be
is an aching chasm
desperate for it's warm return
longing to feel
the rhythmic echoes
that tell me I'm
alive.
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I have worn my heart on my sleeve
for so long
that the space in my chest where it used to be
is an aching chasm
desperate for it's warm return
longing to feel
the rhythmic echoes
that tell me I'm
alive.
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