heart.

  

My heart …it is strange

There are times it is completely still 

Silent and disinterested

It almost feels untouchable as if it is not even a part of me 

And then. Without warning. It opens, and overflows

With all the things I was so certain I didn’t feel 

And then it becomes all of me 

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