I dug a hole to get to you. I used my bare hands. In this hole is my heart and all of it's veins and all of the occupying blood that would stay in them when i ripped it out. A river runs through this hole, it is of fairytale description. It consists of my saliva and tears, my sweat. Running through it, my monthly blood - my cheap perfume. I dug
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(actually, it was damn good...both in content and emotion)
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