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Ali Baba knew the greatest treasure to be stolen was

the heart,

Precious fiery gemstone,

Therefore I offer my beating heart up to the highest bidder

Valves, arteries and a good solid beat to keep tempo to,

The only default,

one lonely valve decides to stray off the

path every once

in a while,

My heart beats synchopated rhythms-

uneven yet strong,

consider a butterfly

spiraling counter clockwise

dizzying acrobatic patterns

picking up any breadcrumbs

in hopes to find my way back to you

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