look, see, this is my heart: too open always, too many things falling out & all over the place, too noisy like a riot but too silent like a spy. if we were lying in bed and your head was on my chest you could hear it ticking right through my ribcage. if there's a way you can make me feel, a particular happiness, you can hear it like a bird, singing right up my throat and through my teeth.
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