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PUT THIS ROSE BEHIND YOUR EAR; THORNY
Dance the St. Vitus. Put, she, her hair up
and then dropt
down. Explosion, then stardust. Light bulbs lit
by sunset. Kisst, then
after, met. Glorious, to upset the small order of things.
Mistake the heart as inherently whole,
and you'll waste your life trying to restore it. Instead,
assume the heart
starts out broken;
you can spend a life making more and more of the pieces fit.