The heart. The heart is a hole
in the body when the body dies.

The heart is a heart. The heart is not
full of stickers. Neither butterthorns.

The heart is full of blood. The blood is it.
That's what it does. It does the blood.

It's a heart. It's *the* heart. The heart.
The heart. The heart. The heart.

The heart. The heart.

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