The Heart
Every time there’s a nagging nudge
Or tug on my left arm
At the same time, somewhere, elsewhere, out there
You are hurting just the same
And yet we don’t speak, we don’t even call each other
But our physiology works in tandem
It’s not random, I know flesh doesn’t work that way
But now I can’t come see you
Until after you get a new heart
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