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Count-me-nots,
lost blessings-- brain a blush (red) weighing half in pieces: --an aorta --left ventricle --segment of brain. Bleed, my Valentine, bleed. I have been dreaming up love letters; countless references to Cupid-- how mouth curls; a pulled bow of surrendering to arrows striated and narrow lips no more. Just slivers. Tugging. Face/heart. Into smile.
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