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...So I kept my heart in a tiny wooden box for so long that I felt as though there was no way to take it out without its going into ashes...

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Bed claiming for the lovers whose passion exceeds the livid & vivid subjectivity of time since one knows one due to common experiences & sharing past ones, every time going deeper.

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If you could see how a hunny bunny hops around as if it were possible for physically absent matter to be embraced by the arms which constantly ask about their owner...

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Blood gushing out thanks perhaps to how daydream, memory, joy & anxiety to meet flood the heart, thus mind is off & the hands which long sense not the sharp edges.