She didn__ know that my heart was a sandstorm waiting to open her skin in a desert of cuts. She didn__ know the animal that waited in my stomach, silently shredding the walls. For her, my heart wore small white shoes and carried a purse, went to bed early. I wanted to shoot myself into her arms so she understood the need to crash cars with me, to tear up pavement because we were beautiful.
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