Tell me the temperature
Of your own body, dear.
Take this thermometer.
Arm-pit or the tongue -
Not the only places,
Map it through the heart.
Expansion and contraction
Are the methods of
Measurement, wait.
Thread is love,
Thread breaks - the truth.
Upward and downward-
No matter.
But scratch the uniform.
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