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I build lists and spreadsheets
There are transfers, and emails, and signatures
It’s a big bet on a hope and a promise
Here is my heart, world
Please don’t break it

I have drinks with the other path
I once wanted to walk down
There was my heart, world
Stomped and broken

I’m grateful for that, in the end
Because hearts heal
And march on again

With Love,

Natalie