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When a Heart Truly Breaks
I am scared.
Eye sweating, lip stinging scared.
An irregular pulsar in the overstuffed confusion of my chest offers a less than precise signal, two-two time minus one, again and then again. All inside chooses to rise in unison and grip my desiccated throat. My fingers hover, but I dare not move. The continuation of this vessel in the balance and yet I still wrestle with pride and a fear...
Tuesday 21st August 2012 12:49 am
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