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My heart pours
a heat so pounding
breath is silenced.
I don’t understand
how to love you
without hands.
I can only love
you with soul
not an allotment.
–something
to be cast off
in broken promises
of tomorrow.
I can only love
you with crescendos
and echoes.
I can only love
you till I bleed.
I do not know
how to love you
with half
a heart.
copyright 2004
Larry
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