There is a flume in my heart.
A deep channel lives there
where flotsam floats idly
along my emotions fair.
There is a flume in my heart.
A manmade rut in which
I continue to sail along
the gap no needle may stitch.
There is a flume in my heart.
A gorge where you may slip
if your footing or reason unsure
upon my bitter tears that drip.
There is a flume in my heart.
A stream of love which founts
down towards your gravity
from where my flume it spouts
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