My heart is a box
Square with six sides
An empty thing
Inside my chest
And, abhorring
Useless things
I took a baby bird
And placed it inside
Giving it a new home
A fresh beginning
Sheltered from
The elements
Within a box
Within a greater
Box of flesh
Where it flutters
Most alarmingly
Making my pulse gallop
My breath quicken
Strange sensations abound.
Still, it's not very good
At keeping time.
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