Hearts
Hearts are stolen,
Hearts are broken,
still we sail the vastest oceans.
Hearts are swollen
Hearts cut open,
gently whispered prayers are spoken.
Hearts awoken
Hearts a token,
gifted when our lives were woven.....
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