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Besides blood and tissue
The heart, besides blood and tissue,
is a deep fat fryer.
It starts clean of any residue,
embossed with its maker
-twee as a new-born poem
and full of that viscous potential.
Drop a chip like a coin
into its wishing well,
lower samosas for spice,
and watch your loves foam,
watch them rise,
watch them go to the bottom.
Become cardiac with sorrow.
Then refill it tomorrow.
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