Your heart is the center of your existence,
Allowing your soul to cycle the contents of your memories,
Supporting every breathe taken betwixt your thoughts,
And to warm the smirk which rests your lips,
From the past recalled.
We do not know why it continues to vibrate,
Echo and comfort the crevices of our being,
But it is for certain that it has allowed our existence,
The constant nudge against your chest
Reminds us of the beauty of humanity's naivety,
Our trust in mechanisms which bewilder even
the most vivid of dreamers.
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