Entry.
Vilify me.
Remove my organs.
Make love to me.
Hide the heart.
My blood is pounding.
A waterfall against my ventricles.
Thicken the sentiment,
maybe it will stick
and my body will work properly again.
Where did the falsity come from?
Feeling in a place overpopulated
is as useless as breathing over the dead sea.
Deprived of Oxygen.
Starving for Love.
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