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You could kill me with those eyes of yours unless I sat cross-legged with mine closed humming a deep base note of hope until you couldn't see me anymore. You would have to come three steps closer and then I would cut open the skin below your sternum with this scalpel I found I'd slip my hand up inside your ribcage, feeling the bones against my knuckles, my other hand at the small of your back holding you still, my face turning away from your hair that tickles, threatening to derail my focus and spin fantastical dreams, no! My eyes stay closed, fingers slowly sliding between your organs to the pericardial sac. It has two layers but I'd make it through and then I would touch your heart.
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