'I feel like I only have half a heart',
she said, sitting across from me.
The gift of half a heart.
It is an open house, a sharing in itself.
A generous offer to fall into.
A shelter where you stay dry from the rains of wrath outside but oh, what a view.
Appoint it the cathedral for your ever-outpouring love.
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