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nonpoetic fact that sounds poetic

Our hearts are hemorrhaging
Day and night we are experiencing
Internal bleeding
As vampire veins
Drink in the blood
Seeping from our hearts
How horrifyingly beautiful is this?
The ever so consistent death of our hearts
Keeps us alive
And we use this to our advantage
Until our hearts
Are tired of dying
How strange is it to realize
That our bodies
Are in constant deterioration
But that in itself
Helps our consciousness expand