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A specimen of sorts you could say....

Sought out by the unruly hearts of many....
Discovered by malicious hands....
Abandoned and decieived by all....
It still maintains its ability for obsession...
Still sought after and fought for....
Seemingly perfect, completely flawless...
To the untrained and naked eye...
Yet at a closer look though....
Beneath the lens of a microscope...
Magnified ten thousand times over...
Each tiny little imperfection. ...
Every miniscule flaw....
Is subsequently revealed. ...
Chiseled hallways of misunderstandings...
Dark and damp crevices filled with emptiness...
Hollow and barren scapes of bruises and scars. ...
Rotted and infested with pain and agony....
A specimen of sorts you could say...
The human heart...my heart...

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