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Heart

Glimpsing a better future,

I follow my heart; and it, wisely,

teaches my son how to recognize his goals

and how to perceive distractions as distractions.

— Meanwhile, I, distracted,

ask myself: this heart, to whom does it belong?

Can the unknown be glimpsed?

What is my goal?

Pikist


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