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Come and see.
Turn my heart into your empty shell.
Carve out it's beating flesh.
Excavate
-dig straight from it's core-
Lay your hands upon
my buried treasure
of brilliant pain.
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Poetry"I let them bleed for me. I let the words dig up What the eyes can't see." A collection of small, personal poems. Copyright: ©Queenofquixotic Cover Design: @procrastinity
