Conversations with an organ evil from man's youth

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The timorous heart bereft of hope
Behind a sternum of frigid abuse
When asked to choose
Can only a murmur let escape.
Tolstoy: For many different kinds of love, different kinds of hearts.
Knausgård: For the heart life is simple: it beats until it can’t.
Dickinson: The heart wants what it wants.
Koheleth: More deceitful is the heart than all other body parts.
By conscience may a runaway heart be arrested
By securing a promise that preempts the decision,
But beware of how censured hearts have protested.
A thousand lives have I led before this one
Without finding a path to lasting achievement;
Home is where someone cares to help your predicament.