sometimes i remember that my heart

is plump with blood

and that my body is lined with veins

swollen and twisting

it makes me sick to my stomach

it makes it hard to move

sometimes i notice the way liquids shine, pour and flow and glisten

it makes me feel warm

it makes it hard to move, too

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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