The Labyrinth Poem by bowdre bowdre

The Labyrinth

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Blood seeks its path through the twists and turns of a convoluted soul
Sustenance flows to the recesses of every nook and cranny
Who decides if the heart implodes
Drenching the interior in sadness?
Artificial hearts are not necessarily man-made

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