with hold the sun
are you joking? same as it always was
the heat coming through my window
and light seeping under my door
shared information making it's way
slowly to my ear
with hold the heart
are you joking? same as it used to be
the laughter sounding down a phone call
and love pouring through a voice
each one gives only what they have
inside
is a tight and narrow shaft
an infinite well of space
a round and rolling ball
a square with edges.
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