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Tuesday, 22 January 2002

UNTITLED 25

Your heart on your sleeve,
Flicked off like a bug.
Now wallowing in the water
Beneath your toes.
Still pumping your blood.
Still pumping for another.
Standing cold, alone,
Brain cold as stone

posted by Primrose Maclean | Tuesday, January 22, 2002

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