I remember your face in the window
as I handed you the book
and you wrote your life between its pages
you had come for healing
I had been closed for centuries
but you looked at me
and smiled
and the door flung wide
I placed my right palm
open
upon your naked chest
'What are you doing?' you quietly asked
'I'm mending your broken heart...'
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