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written by: Martina Rimbaldo
Underneath the shell made of bones
In the bed made of flesh
Strange box lays
It hurts it breaks but it stays unbreakable
It is wounded but it does not bleed
Creates the feelings
It is called a heart
It is a heart that keeps the secrets that no one knows
In that little box everything is written: sorrows, pain, anger, envy, joy.
Everything dies only the heart lives
As a memory in someone else’s heart
In every written word on a paper
In every art you have ever created
A heart lives on –FOREVER!