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Hearts, strung on a line, each with a teardrop
suspended. So much suffering, so many people
the weight of all those tears
bends the stalks. They bow toward earth.
Sometimes I think that each of those hearts is mine, broken
again at your hand. But cherries blossom, too,
crabapples and tulips, and you
are far away, loving