Things I own:
A faulty heart,
scarred skin stretched over life-tensed bones.
A home,
old and getting older, but with a solid foundation-a warmth.
A terminally weak stomach,
knuckles spring broken, clenched against daylight.
A car,
small, but bigger than it looks, t.a.r.d.i.s. on wheels.
A brain that digests knowledge,
chipped and encrusted nail beds clawing for anything to hold me up.
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