Three shards of metalic blood and flesh that used to form this heart of mine. Here, in your stained sink they lay. Flapping faintly, final movements of a loving life. Now wash them away, like forlorn fish, fit for sewer life. A place called home for this Early Twenty Mutant Ninja Heart, where art reflects the Soul, the Body and Mind, in a splintered rat's race of fading memories.
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