The heart is a basin, starting out so empty
and filled to the top with each drip drop.
It swells and ebbs, rising and flowing
with the motion we set ourselves in
until, accidentally, carelessly,
A stray pebble, word, slips and falls in,
overflowing.
Suddenly like water, everything is spilt
amongst the dust collecting down on the floor.
Secret worlds and lovers flames
scattered and strewn about,
impossible, implausible to put back together again,
leaving the heart lighter, freer to fill back up again.
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