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Careless
I sit staring into the sun's glare heart in hand,
my mind a-jar as thoughts discombobulated flow.
Staring into the glory of the morning sun, my soul afloat;
Come one come all he used to say, yet his heart was locked away in iron yet they came anyway!
So he opened his vault and stood heart in hand!
So once more I sit!
Staring into the sun's glare, Arms outstretched dragging this thick door that I so carelessly opened
(to be continued?)
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