I think I've found my heart. I'm not sure yet. Not completely. I don't recognize it. I looks different. Completely. It looks strong. Beating. Not erratic and wild and too soft. Steady & Strong. It looks solid juicy meaty. Like muscle, only monochromatic. I haven't figured that out. Why is it black and white now? When it used to be red and bloody and dripping? I think its mine. It seems to know me. But I don't recognize it. I wonder if it might help me laugh again? from 'Soft' in My Heart september-23rd-2019.html
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