The heart is a strange thing indeed.
Isn't it so, you break it, it rips, it tears.
If it loves, it fills with joy, it melts in desire, it aches in longing.
It closes with hate, it hardens as it changes.
the heart beats only so many times before it melts, it breaks, it hardens, it changes, it loves, and eventually it stops.
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