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"The heart sounds and sounds, pounds and pounds,
until it punched a hole in my chest, and if-
that wasn't enough those greedy veins,
with insatiable hunger they consumed the rest of me."
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Shoes
On the dark and lonely street
the sounds of two running feet
echoed in the midnight air.
He runs in his mud stained shoes,
from the the life he did not choose.
“It’s not fair, It’s not fair”
Those footsteps seemed to say,
but he keeps running anyway.
