i am the ghost with a broken heart. the senses do not fade in the afterlife.
oh. well.
attempt to mend the the breaks and cracks with magic needle and thread
tight stitch constrains the blood flow (what blood?)
now you're numb, comatose heart
sleep and heal
deadened in slumber
the scar tissue propagates
there's no place like home
there's no place like home
there's
no
place
like
home
click.click.click.
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