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House of Heart
At the bed of a murky river
I found you wet and worn,
a rare gem beaten to the silt
beneath the hooves of a wild horse.
Like a secret, a sacred poem,
I held you in my palm
rubbed you smooth and honed,
a refined diamond in my hand.
At the bay of obsession you slipped
from my grip lost forever to the
inlets gaping mouth.
How weak we were at the final kiss
something we wanted to be strong for.
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