; to the deepest part of the human heart




So you nurse your love like a wounded dove
in the covered cage of night
every star is crossed by frenetic thoughts
that separate and then collide
and they twist like sheets until you fall asleep
then they finally unwind
it's a black balloon
it's a dream you'll soon deny



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