Ragged organ,
hang limp in my chest,
until someone strokes your strings
until the doorbell rings
for another love.
Twisted organ,
don't kid yourself,
don't strain yourself,
don't ruin and beat yourself to death.
Calm down.
Allow me to breathe.
Beat to a rhythm that a shattered soul sings,
when nostalgia creeps into a young girl's head,
slow down a little...
but don't beat out of time.
Don't forget your importance, organ.
Beat, beat, beat--but don't beat me up about it.
For you are only
the vessel.

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