He took her flesh, left her heart on the side of the road
She braced for the concussion, the reverb of her soul
Distance crawled out of every crevice, left her open
The stars aligned but the moon found the sun was stolen
Lovers turned and tossed in passionate waves
Detours abandoned to follow what each one craves
Thunderous applause called from a gray sky,
Her abandoned heart picked up by a passerby
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