this heart
doesn't open and close
like a flower
dancing between the lips
of a sunrise and a sunset,
this heart
opens
only a little more
each time,
like the pores on a skin
trembling, singing
with the music,
that stabs them
into a trance
with every note
and pause,
only so they can
open their lips,
just a little more,
a little more,
each time.
doesn't open and close
like a flower
dancing between the lips
of a sunrise and a sunset,
this heart
opens
only a little more
each time,
like the pores on a skin
trembling, singing
with the music,
that stabs them
into a trance
with every note
and pause,
only so they can
open their lips,
just a little more,
a little more,
each time.
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