Heart. How I love to see in the hand heart.... mine, someone else's.. doesn't matter. These feelings piercing the flesh, not of the knife, and claws. That feeling when the paw is played inside your chest with the heart. And then a sharp jerk. Blood.. pain.. and the last few beats of the heart... Yes.. it is always with me.

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