like an infinite carousel nor know
what blood even did yet, then we knew.
Same-Same, my heart, I am clueless.
And like when William Harvey published
and the world laughed. Same-Same, me.
Years of feeling and I'm still ignoring
with a chuckle and a jolted joke.
watch me burn up alive to get close to you
when the heart is a muscle and don't know
love is a even a thing just like me.
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