A Red Heart

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A Red Heart In A Tank Top
by Dan G.

My heart - my red heart has given me this illusion all this time. love. That love is the thing that it wants the most. And yet - my heart bleeds every time it tries to love. My heart, this tiny little thing, wrapped around a red tank-top, pulses. It breathes your name. And it is devastated. Broken. Shattered in a millions pieces because you held my heart and that was enough for my heart to feel that it needs you again and again. It has been continuously bleeding for your hands, beautiful white and delicate hands - My David hands - haven't been careful enough. My heart - this precious tiny thing - you let it die.

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