A Cargo of Green Hearts
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it may be that the world will end
the full rug of it yanked out for you or all of us or just those who according to the promise were supposed to inherit the earth. the thought may break you even before you die, draw an invisible shade over your eyes so that the light cannot reach the cellar of your chest and your tongue wiggles in confusion. have I spoken plainly enough? the heart doesn’t die of murder it dies of suicide. this is the way the world really ends. Comments are closed.
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