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July 30, 2015
I found the heat a fine tuned melody, ripping its chords through the tangle of dull, wherein I stashed the frozen soul I called my sanity, a fragile form, delicate mesh where lights dashed, dangled and construed the whole of my heart that had no substantiation beyond its need to be in the frozen metronome, not a throbbing muscle bearing blood to thirsty organs, no, but a fountain that bore what no earthly flow could deliver, the key of light for which the lock of locks lusted, that this mating might occur, the spike of heat became my greatest smile.