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Nov 2013
One:

It will beat with a gentle rhythm
of an *In
*Out, One Two
and sing to it’s own song
while matching a steady beat
to footsteps that are dancing
to a song that is only sung
inside an empty head

Two:

It will stutter without breath
beating triple time without pause
catching on a gentle breeze
then being lifted to heights
of unimaginable dizziness
stopping for a moment in time
to gaze upon where it has been lead

Three:

It doesn’t know it is dead
Helen
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Helen  nowhere special
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