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May 30, 2008 03:04

They’re literally going in
and cauterizing little bits
of his heart.

Oh, God,
the metaphors I could use.

But what’s the point?
I don’t want to make
this sound fantastic
or beautiful,
draw on the pain of the past
or hope for the future.

The truth is
I am unprepared.
The truth is
I'm scared.
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