the lightning actually
throws itself
from down here up
and into the cloud,
and the lava
is magma, underground -
and the human heart
isn't shaped like that
but
you battered and carved
and compressed mine, I guess
into the shape that you think
is best.
And my blood
is replaced with candied sweets:
soft centers, nuts, nougats
in every beat
and you always know what
you'll get
with me
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