The heart is where the home is,
of which binaural ripples tidder not but fiddle a cold stone to breath,
synonymous pulse volts the veins,
wield thine heart like a sword and swing fearless in the name of love.
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Author:
Zapatron (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 10th, 2018 06:56
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Comments1
I never knew there was so much as this concerning the heart! Well, maybe I did. heehee.
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