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Love Is Fickle

Let not the notion of love corrupt your mind It is a wavering construct of truth and fakery. When you feel the butterflies fluttering deep, It is possibly the toxic sludge of lies eluding you. The heart is a tricky thing, a blind and fragile space that occupies just a narrow spot found between your rib cage, located in the center of your chest. You think the ribs that swore to protect said heart would do just that.. Fail.. failure in the delivery of what I was promised..Indeed my heart is intact, but it is very much broken..It is a metaphorical expression, but it is a manefestation of the worst pain ever felt.. Oh love you are a fickle thing, a prickly thing..but you will always exist I will always need you, even long for you.. such is the cruel need to feel you..even for the briefest of joys. written by: Jessica Thompson Date: Aug 1, 2018

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