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:: Monday, March 03, 2003 ::
Listen
It was weeks before they found me, and even then I'd changed so much they could not believe at first that I was, in fact, the same person.
And so they pressed ears against my chest (now downy and soft), looked into my pupils (now hard and black)
Their faces folded inwards like swinging doors as they listened to my bird heart pulsing away below.
:: Fretting 12:49 PM [+] ::
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