I've been crumpling notes
Now their ghosts are fulfilled,
Their hauntings slid off of the cold window sill.
They now float with the flakes;
We can't correct mistakes once they're made,
But we can put bells in our hells
To make the worst words sound great.
Exercise heart and remark on its strength
All shot up with holes, but with no goal to sink.
The cardiac muscle was stretched,
Now relaxed since the past is caught up,
There's no need to look back.
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