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Lately my heart has been living in my throat.
Beating in my eyes, filling my face with blood.

I don't think that it's love,
I've accepted the fact that love does not come easy to me

But my eyes can't focus
And my mind is a flutter with the rhythm
That's been sitting in my neck lately

I can't tell how much of it
is something alive or dead

But it leaves me seen and jittery.
An exposure to the sun after months in winter.