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Hearts that wrestle
thump
And strangle
so if you are the heart
that beats
I am the heart
that is beaten
The light from yonder window breaking
is not the sun shone through
The dawn of what lay waste of me
reflects into the blue
My bones are light an hollow now
no matter the time of day
So what, so there, so left to crack
so near, so far away
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