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hand and heart

Date Written: September 25, 2017
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My hand hurts
after punching objects in alleys.
Is there anything but hatred
left in my heart?

It should have been as simple as saying,
here,
just have my life.

I want you to have it.

I am a machine designed to love and protect
and I've been alone
since the beginning of time.

And nothing ever changes

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