Bits

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In the winds,the binds
The problem is said to have a small heart.
It is easy to fill with love.
A question of concern, an answer sweet,an exclamation of worry.
The bits fill this heart.
It gets full of nothingness.
The love overwhelms.
In bits of time,this heart gets full with simple sweet treat.
The loving of bits and this heart is destroyed.

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