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Modern Heart

Her heart is her own.
No more wears it on her sleeves;
No great expectations! No more tears!
She adjusts even its tic toc beats-
No fancy arrows might break its chains,
She conquers its core and its districts.
Now,
Her mind is her own
She puts it in her heart. She
Locked it then broke the key
Now,
She may wear it on her sleeves
No more sighs, No more grieves
Now,
She may dance to its punctual tune,
Let its rhythm conquer all her being.

S.C.P.B