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chapter thirty

"heart"

your lips are curtains
to your heart

your hands are doors
to all existing art

your eyes are windows
to the untold

and your heart is a
like a bowl

it holds the special things
but it can break with too much
to hold

so take mine,
the one you stole

because my heart is the window to my soul

— a.m

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