The sugared heart laps fast its moisture wicking with thirst as if salt were consuming what must stay sweet you said I will never die my heart is strong pulse low, pressure steady without considering the price of sweet emotion playing like piano before tuning discordant and unexpected in quiet rooms with closed doors

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