December 2009
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THE LETTER
fuckurl: “For you, my heart, ripped from my chest. Eviscerated, I am. And if I could, I would plunge my fingers through my chest and rip out my heart and give it to you. A pulpy mass of morbid diathesis. In addition to my heart, there are some small organs that I want to give you: glands… sweetbreads… variety meats. I’m offering these gifts. Rare gifts. I know that they don’t amount to much in...
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