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Heart Surgery
She has been sobbing all night for enduring the vicious fight, she has been sobbing all night for paying a daunting sacrifice, she has been sobbing all night for enduring attacks and punches, hits and bruises, the universe embraces her, and the heavens adore her. She has a stern look on her face, since she dropped out of the race ambition kept her alive and courage made her go wild. She has been enjoying every moment of it even though she was slowly falling off the cliff, she wanted to go the extra mile, but she had to pay a very high price. So, she crisscrosses all the states invoking new energy in the place. The dress made a difference but the secret society with its laced-up shoes planted a dangerous vision in the sun forcing everyone to get up and run and the heavy-duty trucks rolling down the street create a myriad of fuss disrupting my heartbeat. The skeptic could not see it and the skies had to reveal it, two hand clasps in one and the imaginary line running from east to west, north to south crying out to the universe to change the sweaty shirt and the chaos began. It wasn’t physical it was mental; some people heard it and spoke boldly about it and so I listened carefully, but I could not hear it. The night continues to bear it weight on its own shoulder and the night owl with its nocturnal eyes peeping from a distance radiates a strange energy in the environment. I wasn’t sure what to make of it so I ignored it and observe the stars cruising around the moon and the ambulance speeding down the track with a man covered up in the back. The surgery was about to begin, and the priest was getting ready to sing the final hymn, they crowd around the hospital bed, and everyone walked in to pay their final respect. She went down the bowling alley, but the ball was extremely heavy, she could feel the dead weight in her hand, and she could not lift the ball and so she stuck two fingers in it and knocks down the targets in the pit and the doctor begins the heart surgery.
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