Heartbeat heartbeat heartbeat
Don't come don't go don't stay
A chime of a broken pit
Falling into disarray
A crevice filled with heat
Jointed at a point of fray
They under the sun light bit
Have no means to convey
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Blunt
Short Story"For I am a blunt edge, the dull side that is of a deadly weapon; yet still, I can cut through the waves in an odd sense." -Forgive and Take- "Like a progressive evolution of a semi-completed music score, our hands reach out of the nebula. We pictur...
