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11:27 pm

the rooms in my heart

make up much of the walls of my chest

the valves like an elevator shaft

through the veins that are electrical outlets

this building houses many guests

some designated for a lifetime

some like hotel rooms, they rent and depart

sadness has a room

he comes and goes

at times he rents this room for a month

others he leaves and returns in days

sadness is never a guest whose presence i enjoy

i wish to kick him out

fear has a room

what i hate the most

is he never seems to depart

the walls are thin and his voice echos

through the valves

i wish to tear these walls down

for he keeps me up at night with his stammering

the biggest room in this heart

that kicks out sadness

and breaks down fear's walls

belongs to you

full time resident

this is the hardest part of my heart

for i know it is forever

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