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Published: Aug 23, 2011

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Dear Heart,

You taste so bitter

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3wyl

Aug 27, 2011

I like the way you have formatted things to show that the heart is really bitter, and almost jaded, in a way.. the phrasing is good and I like the way you have made it almost endearing in an ironic kind of way, though maybe not, I guess. Depends on how you see it.

Great stuff.

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