Besides lungs and a mass of blood,
Circulating through your veins?
Is it hate or perhaps a massive grudge,
That doesn't let you breathe,
And sends no oxygen to your brain?
Does the sight escape from your green eyes,
When they roll to the back of your head?
Can your mind lose itself
How about your heart--
Is it hollow like the rest?
Or is that your chest?
Put your hand
On your chest
Do you hear the heart below?
Or are your bones all alone?
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