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My heart beats wildly, open and exposed.
I plead with it to stop and to close.
But it does not listen to my plea.
It keeps pounding and I hit my knees.

My breath fills my lungs in and out.
I ask myself if this relieves all my doubts.
But it does not help when I think about you.
My heart, my breath, I cannot move.

My eyes, they glisten with tears.
I beg myself not to think about the fears.
But it does not quench the silent hole in my heart.
I look for the ending but I do not know where to start.

My finger tips grow numb and cold.
I think about what I want to do and not what I’m told.
But it does not matter how I am compelled.
My heart, my breath, my hands are no longer held.

My heart, the beats grow slower still.
And my breath, it’s shallower as I kneel.
My eyes, the tears they don’t last forever.
And my finger tips grow warmer, though my life’s been severed.

My heart, it was rendered to something unknown.
And my breath, it is no longer my own.
My eyes, they are deep with affection for you.
And my finger tips wait now, but are driven to move.

My heart, it wants to sing a new song.
And my breath, as it exits my body so do the wrongs.
My eyes, are lightened and able to undoubtedly see.
And my finger tips long to play on the keys.

My heart, it begins to beat wildly again.
And my breath, it fills my lungs till the end.
My eyes, are looking into the one I couldn’t see before.
And my finger tips are forever given permission once more.

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