What makes my heart beat
In such an unusual manner? Sage
Words by friend or foe only echo
Through the empty room. What then? When the echo
Fades, I am alone. I tear my hair, swear, beat
Down the bent nail of my emotion. From where do such sage
Ideas hail? I look for a remedy, burn sage
To cleanse my aura, shout again to hear the echo
As it returns to me, look for someone weaker to beat
Into an echo of my heart, red with your sage and lasting beat.
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