(un)titled thought XXVIII

at some point
in
the middle
of
the night
i woke up
and
wrote
the word
longing
on a piece
of
paper
by
the bed
and
drew
a series
of
hearts

at least
i
think
they
are hearts

without
the aorta
in place
it is
hard to tell

maybe
the pen
was
running low
on
ink

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