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you can grieve

the loss of love,

you can even cut out your heart

in new shapes

the hollowed out wound

can be clean but it still bleeds

and yet you still put on a coat and hat

and carry your day in your arms, just as easy as that.

so, what I mean is, my love,

oh, I am very lost

but I can still find kindness to guide me-

your death is not my cross

to bear.

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