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Sunday, September 4, 2011

No, I guess I don't.
Know what love is.
I haven’t touched it for myself.
But what I cannot stand is people telling me.
How my heart beats.
How it should work.
But I can feel it.
This certain earnestness within.
That only wants to do good.
I say to my heart,
“Don’t worry, baby.
Someone will understand.”
But they haven’t so far.
I keep walking with my offbeat pulse
Out of sync with everyone else
and I long.
For someone to just bump into me
and I can hear theirs too.
That they have the same beat.


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