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Immobile

My heart is broken for now
Empty and Dry are its curves
Upset by the coolness that lies inside
Blank and boring, it shines dark in the skylight
My gut is inflated with the unsual aroma
Of the bleeding heart
They blow breezy in the wind
And rustle through the weeds
But the peices of my body are immobile
And frozen, and gone
When you're around they piece back together
Rosy and warm from blushing
Soft skin for you to touch
To tingle your senses with passion
The burning sensation of life





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