Thats cold

I said I did not agree with her, on that one hot issue I'd not demur. She responded by telling me my heart was cold, my God why so emotional? So I reached into my chest and broke back the ribs, blooding my shirt like a terrible bib. I ripped out my heart, fell to the ground, there was not even the slightest sound. But my heart indignant and wrapped in coats, stared up at the lady and read his notes. 'I can deal with being cold, but can you deal with being rolled.' The heart was cool, the heart was smooth, mic drop and strut off in his new kind of groove.


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