The heart itself is a double mixed bag. Forever
Desperate for acknowledgement and safety and solace
Yet presuming that blood need never be spilled. But there can be
No warmth, no surety, no abiding open space without first some grand
Strutting through every jeopardy, every wager, every humbling death.
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