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she is a heart the beats to bring me back in line,
as the anger fades to the calming waters of feeling fine,
her art is curved in brushes of sweetness to my eyes,
blankets of golden silk rippled through the skies,
with softness on the pillow to dream of being more,
dancing on the clouds in circles never feeling sore,
if she lets go of me will i fall into the depths of hell,
where the evil in the darkness waits for when i fell,
reach out and hold on tight with grip slipping away,
as i wake to fear losing it each and every day.