I'm going to put duct tape (decorated with a heart sticker) over my heart and stand in a field of shoulder-high grass.
Ready;
Aim;
Fire!
But that would be silly.
(And how my empty chest shudders as I laugh!)
I never had a heart at all.
You, on the other hand, you are life and beating and blood.
One by one my saw-tooth-edged arrows fly.
Miss you, I will not.
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