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Labeled as such,
There is a crimp
in my heart.
Open me up with a scalpel.
Wring me out
from the bottom.
Unravel the ooze
of my anguish.
Press firmly and reveal
the remains of my soul’s vestiges.
And cut me down to size with a chainsaw.
If I am
tamper evident,
do not open me.
Do not take me with alcohol.
Reseal or dispense
my pride.
And do not puncture
For I have only a cotton swab
With which to soak up,
feelings so flushable,
a faith easily penetrable,
within a wish that is remarkable,
and a love that is flammable.
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