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this is not my heart all strong and awkward beating at the ribs within me- perhaps i was distracted when you lifted this once-empty cage to make a careful home for what you gave to me- you hesitated for but a moment when you made the choice; you still hold mine in awe, unable to believe i would give my heart to you so easily; you stare and cup its purpled beating, careful not to let it slip through your thick fingers, unsure of how to swe it up with in you. when you're ready to let it thrive; when everything sinks in, i'll help you make a home for this piece of me; fragile, patch-ridden, still-hurting- -aching for you to mend itself- 8-20-00 |
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