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This haunted heart is wrapped in a white sheet, turning it into a Canadian flag of bloodstained surrender.
On these love-torn fields of cuddling where shards of attraction fly painful and deadly from land-mine admissions of affection, it’s the fireworks that shine on our upturned crying faces. Tripwires explode unrequited lust through our bones while friend’s hearts open and close as often as a commanding officer’s wallet in a whorehouse. These machine guns that tear our origami hearts into snowflakes are operated by smiling babies with sunglasses and blood on their lips. They eat heart jerky dipped in gunpowder and then have no need for sleep.
My heart is gushing all over my sleeve and I’ll never get the stains out.
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On these love-torn fields of cuddling where shards of attraction fly painful and deadly from land-mine admissions of affection, it’s the fireworks that shine on our upturned crying faces. Tripwires explode unrequited lust through our bones while friend’s hearts open and close as often as a commanding officer’s wallet in a whorehouse. These machine guns that tear our origami hearts into snowflakes are operated by smiling babies with sunglasses and blood on their lips. They eat heart jerky dipped in gunpowder and then have no need for sleep.
My heart is gushing all over my sleeve and I’ll never get the stains out.
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