the shape of the vessel
determines the lines of its breaking
my body doesn't make sense
by itself
heavy heart in precious territory
pressured gold
lodged in hot recesses
stormy ventricles
the surface of a
wind torn planet
shining flakes and
pearls
riddle the traced paths
all the ways
love can take
to enter
the human heart
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