COYOTE BLOOD
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Poem
I am freaked out
by the heart.
This muscle beats
every second
of every day,
Succeeding,
never takes a break.
From fluttering
to skipping a beat,
it goes until it stops.
We are so vulnerable
to the heart.
How long will mine beat?
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