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until the shades of
your skin rub against my arm,
until the sound of your sniffing
evening, and the way you walk
pronounces itself,
my heart hides.
it hopes, yet is removed.
placed back into it's chambers.
house arrest for my heart.
not for crime against my state,
but against itself.
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