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Pink Hearts

A poem by Sean Thomas McDonnell

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Sean Thomas McDonnell
Oct 19, 2023
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Pink Hearts

This boy was born with a piece missing.
Not deformed, absent. This might mean I die before you
in the night—or maybe while shitting.
Or during a trial, mud up my pale legs, ruddy-faced,
unique…
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