A part of me wanted you to hold on a little longer.

Did I request a refund?

Did you send the package at your own discretion?

Did I come by knocking on your doors, asking you to give it back?

I cannot recall how it happened

But when I stripped down to my bones,

I found a muscle beneath my ribs,

Beating peacefully

In its rightful place.

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