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PUT THIS ROSE BEHIND YOUR EAR; THORNY

Dance the St. Vitus. Put, she, her hair up
and then dropt

her skirt

down. Explosion, then stardust. Light bulbs lit

by sunset. Kisst, then

after, met. Glorious, to upset the small order of things.

Mistake the heart as inherently whole,
and you'll waste your life trying to restore it. Instead,

assume the heart

starts out broken;
you can spend a life making more and more of the pieces fit.