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Oh my heart
The lines on my face sing to you
My worn hands hold you
With a delicate grace
That can only restore
And cry out
With a desperation
That feeds my soul
The moist air around us
Breathes your breath
and beauty
Drops of life
Fall
Beating
Beating
Beating
Against me
Pounding sometimes
Racing
Away from me
Until you are
Your own