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The heart is a jigsaw puzzle made of delicate crystalline shards held together by aerial gossamer threads agitated through the meekest lick of wind troubled by the briefest gaze In a tender atmosphere love thrives Affable lexemes caress the ear A finger traces the skin dove-like Mighty arms give a warm embrace shielding the most ethereal thing Most arcane, most ailing thing of our lives The same arms can crush, constrict The same finger dig deep into ensanguined wounds cause excruciating pain more than anything corporeal The same words lash mercilessly Until the heart can bear no more hemic, exquisite pieces on the floor ref