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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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