Mine is not a heart of chalk, easily erased and done away. It holds on forever to yesterday, and does not replace it with tomorrow.
Yours is but a heart of chalk, easily erased and done away. Your heart holds no memories of me and for us there is no tomorrow.
Many hearts exist as chalk compressed together till no room exist between them, and yet they too are easily erased. They maintain no permanent memories and there is no tomorrow.
Many hearts exist with memories yet unmade and unwritten.
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