in the middle of the street a shadowed figure stands. arms straight out. dripping at the hands, waiting. waiting for me. do you see it? the figure turns to look at me. to show me the heart that it holds in its hands. cupped bleeding and still pulsating, it offers to give it to me. just a blank stare is all that emitted from me. such shock. such
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