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Protect the Heart

Protect the Heart  The natural cage makes sense, a rigid encasing to guard  the soft tissue underneath— supposed to ward off destruction, to support the breathing underneath so we can stand tall, heeding the strength of construction— our innate barrier of warning— be wary of the heart’s fragility    I count the ribs beneath my T-shirt. 12 pairs, still there. So why then does my chest ache late at night?

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