Hearts Have A Way
I beat forever my heart don't want to
what of this house in my throat
The sun beam broken on sea shine is the summer of things
Cephalopod dreams and champagne wishes
are sponges to the blood stains from the crime scene
Dune this but forget how to dune that
On the lighthouse downs the horses come rabbit
they antler and speak of the black mass with raspberries
At 3 o-clock exactly there will be apocalypse loons
I forever my beat don't want to heart
but hearts have a way they spleen themselves through
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