July 12, 2012
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Down a well
Through my shell
Sawed right through it
And I never knew it

Down a hill
Up my sill
Scaled my roof
But the point was moot

It doesn't beat,
No not at all
And when it does
It always calls

Attention to flaws
And imperfections
Hearts killed
Then ressurected

How I wish
It had the same rhythm
I miss the
Beat beat beat

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