My heart is occasionally dysfunctional
It does not all ways beat in time
It’s blood flows in a way that’s dissonant
Which is incongruous to me
I feel it beat so hard a times I feel it will explode
Into a myriad of fantastical pyrotechnic scenes
And all of this is a consequence
Of you deciding to love me.
fauxcroft 
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