None

He opened his chest
to breathe towards the heavens,
feared anything in the form of sevens,
packed up heart with massed severance.
Two droughts, one mouth,
one dust, one fountain,
forgot the deviled beauty
and reached for the standard.
Polished curls and bones thinned,
she opened this chest and I forgot
to put anything in.

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