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Hearts

Most people have two hearts, the beating one and the bleeding one. The beating one is more obvious in that it tolerates no holes ,mostly. The bleeding one, different all together. I have holes in my bleeding heart. Most of us have holes in our bleeding heart I suppose, if you are like I am with a past and all. Sometimes I can feel those holes, their shape and depth that seem to reach below my soul like a round hollow spike of nothing. Each hole has a specific name as well, their presence is never diminished by time or occupation, they are just there. My beating heart may stall before my bleeding heart is healed, but I hope not. Either way, I carry these two hearts

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