I have a heart.
It twists and turns and at times is hidden in a mysterious veil.
Just like any heart in the world you have to search to find how the organ works.
Mine contorts, it molds to every new experience I put it through.
And when I fall my heart is graceful in it's dismount always landing on it's feet even when I don't. My heart is anatomically correct. I'm over being a hopeless romantic so I ditched the heart in the shape of a pair of upside down testicles and adopted a new one. One that keeps people guessing. One that fits me and when it doesn't it contorts to match where I am and where I'm going.
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