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Rambling of an Atrophic Heart
I love the way the rain distorts the entire world, giving everything it touches a unique characteristic.
...even dead roses are beautiful when you have an atrophic heart and eyes for a world that others do not see...
I love the way the branches of the trees in the winter stretch across the open sky like veins seeking a heart.
...blood is the nectar that flows through our veins, giving life to our heart, to guide our bodies in the direction we should seek...
