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paper_heart
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birdmad
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set to burn metal oxides bright colors incinerate fireworks
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020222
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farmfish hmma in hand
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if me heart was paypa, i would write these words: touch me. and i would put it, i would, in an envelope, seal it with glue, and hide it for someone to find. i would nail a notice to a telefone pole, i would, that said, "look for da fishboy'e heart, woudja? he's in need."
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020222
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Grievance
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and if mine was made of paper i would fold it carefully and stick it in a drawer to be found years later during a spring cleaning and pray the world wasn't watching as i tucked it in my pocket.
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020222
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ever dumbening
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strong, earthy fibers--hand made i cut into it matisse patterns a tea-light candle emits beams of gentle light and heat a string (not a sleeve) holds it up a fasching lantern shining the passion before the fasting
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020222
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ever dumbening
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ps quality word, mr. mad
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020222
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unhinged
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if you held it up to the light you would see right through it wrapped around your false glow a lantern to guide your way they set me afloat in the river knowing the current would carry me far down stream washed up on the shore lightless soggy litter collected by small children for their earth day projects discarded on the side of the road with all the other stolen goods that nobody wants i make myself want to light your way the bright flames flash burning holes in my paper_heart
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020223
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yummychuckle
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my edges are worn faded and jaded with time. and the writing isn't as neat as I would like it to be because you are better than the scribbled pencil marks attempting to express the love that I have for you beating inside of my tiny rib cage. And you treasured it in the way that was expected. and then you tossed aside my paper heart for me to find 10 years later. we don't say "i love you" to one another anymore. sometimes I cry for it. You never made me a paper heart. and I never got to treasure it the way expected and I never got to toss aside the love you don't show.
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020223
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Deomis
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this paper heart of mine keeps on cutting your hands when all you where trying to do was glue me back together
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050212
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birdmad
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replaced with stone and clad in steel in vulnerable to anything but time
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060222
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sirflaccid
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We wish to believe that we are strong. We wish to believe that nothing can harm us. We wish so hard that we begin to believe. However, those with the toughest of armor, are protecting a paper heart.
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060223
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dries&hardens
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covers rock folds and doesn't tear
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060715
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what's it to you?
who
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blather
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