I had a heart once
It flew at the slightest
hint of air
It loved the taste
of roasted chestnuts
The way a mouthful of cold
water spreads through each
branch of the body
It stood in line yet
never struck
a perfect score
but wept to see
a shriveled globe
of fruit turn into
an expensive version
of itself— It walked
the aisles touching
the tissue folds
of things that no one
wanted to take home
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