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LION-HEART


When eyes close
And lips close
And everything scatters to the wind,
When savage clouds blossom
And cold air sharpens the appetite
Of the water that swirls in figures of 8,
When the burnt out cigarette
Drops from your lips
And mingles with all those tongue tied words,
You stand with your Lion-heart
At the jumping off place,
And you’re not scared
One bit.