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The Heart

Drown out the noise that surrounds us
Immerse yourself in the deepest part of you
The part that the world calls a heart
And yet to you is just another
Name for yet another portion of your body
Like your hands, feet, or duodenum
But receives far more significance
Of being human than the rest
Is it really deserved or
Just a romanticised notion
Born of poets and writers
Who claim love and passion
When it's just a fist-sized organ
That pumps blood.

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