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Nov 24, 2009 21:01


It moves over my heart like waves on the sand in repetitive smooth motions.
surge.
crash.
lengthen.
retreat.
surge.
crash.
lengthen.
retreat.

but it was never about control. it was always about my degree of acceptance.

i need

amnesia to set in, sometimes.

poetry

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duolove November 25 2009, 23:53:30 UTC
Poor heart. I learned in biology that the heart still beats even when it escapes the body.

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