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...the heart is full — another throb would split it... ~Emily Dickinson I am a door closed to a million rooms and a million keys to just one door. You could search a million drawers and closets, or fall to a million floors. But you will never reach me, even if you can climb the highest fence. I bolted the windows tight and threw away every wrench! Some places when you enter you are trespassing from the start, for love cannot be forced nor taken from one who has given away their heart..
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...the heart is full — another throb would split it... ~Emily Dickinson I am a door closed to a million rooms and a million keys to just one door. You could search a million drawers and closets, or fall to a million floors. But you will never reach me, even if you can climb the highest fence. I bolted the windows tight and threw away every wrench! Some places when you enter you are trespassing from the start, for love cannot be forced nor taken from one who has given away their heart..
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