she found him and said he lost a life- buried in a ditch three lights away. she called him her jack of hearts not a ruler or a Saint made a new out of clay. smudge stains in the wild seven hearts remained start along the line-slotted grey. she said we can go get breakfast when the sun goes down- chat and drink until midday. she said you'll never be alone or away with your fears for today, is your birthday....

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