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I hold my heart when thunder claps, I hold it when the courier raps Upon my door—to feel the beat It often hides—it drums so sweet And then subsides to tender taps. My heart is shy when only maps Can dare expound what hungry gaps Consume the ground between our feet. I hold my heart And tear the envelope that wraps The lifeblood printed on your scraps And feed my veins like summer heat Is supped by rains. Until we meet At last again when storms collapse, I hold my heart.
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Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 11:17 AM UTC
To Feel It Pound
I hold my heart when thunder claps, I hold it when the courier raps Upon my door—to feel the beat It often hides—it drums so sweet And then subsides to tender taps. My heart is shy when only maps Can dare expound what hungry gaps Consume the ground between our feet. I hold my heart And tear the envelope that wraps The lifeblood printed on your scraps And feed my veins like summer heat Is supped by rains. Until we meet At last again when storms collapse, I hold my heart.
A rondeau. Song version: http://impaledpeach.bandcamp.com/track/to-feel-it-pound
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edwardalan
Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 11:17 AM UTC
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