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my heart goes down
stays
around my ankles

oh you
vile
organ of clichés

i go with you
how can i not
you are where i walk

you touch me
to the earth, you
feel the beatings

of caves
and
wells

how can i follow my heart
it always leads me here
where i am

where are you
you that i would hold
where are you in this

i would walk
but the heart
trips

sinks to the earth
the rocks
where i know i am

and home
buried
like tubers