Locked in like a caged bird.
Words can scar it like breaking an egg.
Thumps like apples falling off trees.
Crimson red like the horizon.
It's the motor of our body.
They break so easily.
They love so many,
But at the same time hate many more.
Some beat slow and others fast.
They all have the same job.
We must love them as much as possible,
Or they'll shatter in front of our eyes.
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