My Heart

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Bloody veins shipping,
Down coarse lanes.

Don't want to be a fake.
Strong clings to less dismay.
I want to take your breath away.

My your slippery liquid flow.
The hand caresses the lawless throw.
Metal sides squished into void.
Lush green stamps your loid.

I must shake into existence.

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