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Hearts.
we notice them when we are lying still, in the dark.
endless footsteps of tiny marching men.
armies of them.
they are always going somewhere; the sound of their many feet echo through our heads.
our hearts are fighting for us.
we notice them when we run, when we are scared, when we are in love,
when the army is on the move
to defend and save
sending forth red messengers to every corner of the world
which it works so hard to keep alive.
And when it does, we notice.