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My heart rolls through the day

and never leaves a mark.

It is too dry and injured

to be more than a placeholder

of what could be.

How do I regain my bearing?

How do I recall the sweetness

of life that eats the honeycomb

and drinks your body in

like rain and sunshine.

Touch my face.

Let those lips brush so lightly

that I almost miss the sensation.

Draw me close again.

Sing to me.

Breathe for me.

Close my eyes....

It is always dark in the beginning.

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