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Screamed my heart
Though it was squeezed between two lungs
Too busy gasping for air
and below my stomach twisted and turned
contracting around that red bursting organ
O' where now could the blood have gone?
says my head
before the light went dim
and my lips parted finally.
People have them, important or not
They can turn out to be
Divine
The way we run into each other
During our affairs
It's no wonder that we made such a mess
During our affairs
The papers on the floor
precious
empathetic
outlandish
loving
emigmatic
crawling, sprawling, running, falling
climbing over one over the other
across the sky, across the desert,
through the waters, into the abyss