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Arrhythmia
She hid in my chambers
Stored her music in right atrium
As quiet as she stayed
The songs she would whisper
Danced loudly in my veins
I tried to drown her lyrics out
But the blood rushed all of
Her secrets to my brain
Every ventricle has coagulated
Memories that are clinging to
Walls inside my heart
Causing sclerosis clouding my
Better judgment to push her a...
Wednesday 15th April 2020 4:55 pm
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