Chest pains do not always spell out my end
Though the ones in the middle start with M
“Does Anthi love me” was one to contend
Despite her being femme fatale for them
“Will Anthi always love me” happens too
Whenever she dreams awake without me
It can also occur out of the blue
Specially when her eyes surpass the sea
“M loves Anthi” will be a true constant
Helping my chest with any other pains
Notwithstanding life being inconstant
She will keep replenishing my love’s veins
O Anthi, my Anthi forevermore
How could I not become your carnivore
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Carson Aday - Chest Pain
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Patrick M. Ohana
A medical writer who reads and writes fiction and some nonfiction, although the latter may appear at times like the former. Most of my pieces (over 2,200) are or will be available on Shakespeare's Shoes.
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"La fiction de Jésus n’a été nourrie que de mots, de couleurs, de pierres, de livres, de chants. Le Christ est une invention des hommes qui a nécessité la confiscation de l’art pour rendre possible une incarnation." The fiction of Jesus was nourished only by words, colours, stones, books, songs. Christ is an invention of men that has required the confiscation of art to make possible an incarnation. Michel Onfray, from Cosmos
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