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Human Heart
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My Artform: Finshed Where has my heart gone?
I want to give it away
But I left it back a ways.
Hell is at my back.
And will not follow
if I turn the other way.
I'll have to go to hell
And then back,
again.
Choose Good
over the hell worthy. I do every day - thinking "I hate..." fill in the blank, then I correct it: I don't hate anyone. I choose good ~a~
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