http://slow.writerscafe.org/AlexandriaMarie The original writings of author Alexandria Marie en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776147387 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 My heart is a violent thing.I’ve known since I was four.It would pound bloodInto my ear when I was trying To sleep. I thought of elephantsInvading my head. Then there was the time it beatA dent into my chest. 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