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IX. “Release”
As the greatest work of art
The heart was never meant to be simply an item
On display in a walk –through gallery
Locked up for all to see
For no one to know
Yet, here it sits behind the “security” of a glass case
Quarantined due to unforeseen remnants of insecurity
And you pass by never curious as to why
Such beauty remains encased
“That’s just the way things are now”
Convinced it will always be this way.
The heart was meant to be shared, nurtured
And in being held, carefully guarded;
Not by the cold walls of a transparent cell
But by the warmth of the passionate, loving, and faithful
Your hands
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