December 17, 2011
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He tells you to wait
You set your heart in his hands
He takes it and shove it in the back of his pants
Along comes a thousand years sitting on top of it
It stays still like the winter waiting for the spring hug
Your heart is like the sound after a needle drops
Softly fading into empty space

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