There is no heart. The heart is a mirage. She whispers lies. She promises oasis and fills your thirsty mouth with sand. She beats you and you ignore her. She pauses and you listen. Like a shadow at the corner of your eye. To hear her is to harbor delusion. To hold her is certain death. I tell you there is no heart! At least none of any consequence.
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