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It’s little. It’s a little pocket resting under my heart.

It vibrates with each thump of my heart. It’s warm and

filled with something I have no words for. I cherish it.

I protect it. I hate it.

 

It’s little. It’s a little pocket pushing under my heart.

It expands with each thump of my heart. It’s cold and

filled with tears shed at night. I cherish it. I protect it.

I hate it.

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