A body cannot live without it's heart. Giving mine to you was the safest place I could think of. Safer, even, than the cavity between the bars of my chest. I place it in your open palms, bleeding between your fingers, beating in tempo with your own pulse. Without it I walk, I talk, I live, but only in a world without color or excitement. I save those moments for you. Only in those moments am I reunited with the beating battery and life resumes. |
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