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Cardiovascular Arthritis

By Malveasor

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

What is this aching? This probing deep down In the pit of my rib cage? As far as I can remember, There is nothing there But a faint echo. Can nothingness hurt? It must be able to, Or else I'd feel spectacular. Maybe one day soon, A seed will be planted to Allow what was there to regrow. Is it worth it? Only time will be able to tell So, Do you happen to have the time? Written April 4th, 2002 © on Apr 03 2002 07:47 PM PST   0 • 10

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