The snow chalks the slate
blurs the stars soft
and curved, smears silhouettes
of the trash on the street.
While inside this chest
my heart beats strong, violent,
never ceasing blood and heat
repeating without reason.
The snow chalks the slate
blurs the stars soft
and curved, smears silhouettes
of the trash on the street.
While inside this chest
my heart beats strong, violent,
never ceasing blood and heat
repeating without reason.
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