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 First Bit
 Locked up locked down 
 the heart has ways
 to keep you safe at night.  
 Puffed-up old fist
 squeezes out the bad blood 
 coursing through your head
 the firewall keeps out virus 
 stops you going viral too, 
 beats like mad when you do
 what you shouldn’t. 
 Break out, break off, 
 it will break if you let it.  
 You go down, go round
 get lost, lose control, stretched out
 on a gurney, wheeled to a room.
 Bend down nurses, look over me, 
 I’ll gaze up at you, 
 forget I’ve come to thee
 to die amid your silky crevices, 
 ski down the slopes till death
 do me part.
 Second Bit
 My heart attacks me without my moving, 
 Fingers clutch, no clues for the falling man
 No bumping, thumping, punches my recall 
 of all that went before, the cheats, the lies, 
 and fond goodbyes made to burn, the thieving 
 and grieving, the laughs when their backs were turned.
 You can fool the head, and the body too, 
 but you can never hoodwink your heart. 
 Honesty and kindness are what it craves,  
 all it takes to get you round the uplands
 downlands of the journey you wander  through.

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