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My heart
is
slippery,
like a
fish.
I try to
catch it,
console it,
but it
flips
away, slimy,
refusing
my fingers.
The hole
in my chest
an innocent,
weeping
cavern.
Maybe
I will grow
a new
one, like
a starfish.
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