Her heart was out in the open, ripped from her chest, carelessly dispatched, exposed to harsh elements. Rain poured over it, and hail and insects. The gusts of wind would whistle its wrath, the sun has dried it up, like ears of corn harvested. How could someone be so careless? Leaving such a precious organ to the gutter

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Author: artistcomplex

I like things with the depth of the ocean, and infinity of the sky. I like observation and introspection, welcome a fresh perspective on a cliché. I do not cease in creating; creation is the next thing more powerful than destruction.

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