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This heart does not beat under floorboards,
but it may still drive me mad.
It pounds in the thick darkness,
cursing me with three a.m. awakenings
and blood run cold.
No evil eye to blame, no pending knock on the door,
yet I cannot find the cause of what haunts me so.
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