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Our hearts go along

beating

regular

predictable

methodical

(even in their madness)

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I always love the same kinds of people

(even in my madness)

–and a dog is similar–

the ones who you can tell

need something

but they don't say it

not quite.

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You try and read them

amateurishly

no stethoscope defines

pattern

beat

rhythm

pace

(there is no stethoscope)

for love.

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And when you miss a beat

when something 

interferes

skips

arrests

erupts

(a beat is missed)

to get the pattern back's

not easy. 

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It takes a shock

and maybe

that's where we started

startled

astonished

(maddened)

enraptured.

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