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THE TERMS

My arms are dumb and numb
This could be a heart attack but
I know no heart

No
There is one heart I know
And it has been shown to me
A few times even more but
Its terms keep me wondering

Wandering about in space
Terms are made in silence
Perhaps over telephone whispers
Alcohol highs
Through drug red eyes

Those nails are rusty and
Too familiar
A similar song with different notes
Old comedic lines new ones joke
Another black and white film with
Tears cleaning
Rolling with the credits through the
House lights upping

Popcorn is always stuck to the shoe's sole
Nothing changes
The terms that keep me wondering about the
Heart un-numb shone to me

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