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I can feel the moon filling
rising in my chest,
my throat
a grip:
a commanding brand
blinding and hot
pressing down on my chest
while my legs buck
on an operating table somewhere
then sated
by the cooling hiss
of oxygen
(or at least
that's what they told me
it was)
"You're not yourself, Paul"
a much shorter name than mine
and a bone saw plain
some numbing tune by th...
Saturday 23rd December 2023 2:19 pm
What My Heart Consists Of:
If you asked
what my heart
consisted
of.
I would say;
half is pain.
Other half?
Love.
If you said
love was dead,
valueless
time.
Clear your head,
break the shell.
Reveal your
mind.
It's called pain,
caused by words.
Dismantles
soul.
Cant blame it,
bred to kill.
Grimmest of
goals.
Sad but true,
both the halves
...Friday 14th October 2016 6:11 am
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