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The heart is a golden fawn,
     trapped in a tangle of barbed wire

The heart is a tunnel,
     with the faintest glimmer of light at the far end

The heart is a nightmare,
     as the dreamer falls, breathless, waiting

The heart is an infinite circle,
     formed by angels holding hands

^z - 2010-04-22