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Jan 2023
I don’t know why
I built my heart a house
so many times
out of cards

I thought it was made of
indestructible dreams
or regenerating fates

but he keeps dealing
from the deck

and I keep stacking
in the wind storm
of his love
Written by
Heather
367
   irinia and guy scutellaro
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