now that i've found my heart
i know how to hold it out
take it back
break it
give it back
make it
taste
i've found out how we live
the necessary hypocrisy
of juxtoposing
soft soft nights
with loud solid
days
my calloused hands hold
hers, my own heart
out warm drips
gleams into
her eyes
my wine sight
peach pie worries
see bueskywhite
winter whir...
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