you in the sunset.
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Last published Tue, Jan 21, 2020
this is my heart that you hold in your hands,
this is my raw feelings,
unfiltered,
not hidden.
this is the blood in my veins,
flowing onto words,
and immortalized in them.
please handle it with the outmost care,
it is fragile
and beating still.
it is alive,
it is me.
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