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Errant Heart
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Errant Heart

What is transpiring?
What is becoming?
Pain is too deep to feel
Can't allow it to heal
Try to rip open the unborn child
Thought the hurt could be bridled
Gone is the pellucid memory
Of the sun shining continually

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