Cardiac monologue
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    Body’s back-seat driver,
    emotional conniver.

    My heart’s a whiny bitch;
    mediastinal stitch.

    It wants her so much,
    I can’t speak or touch.

    My heart’s a whiny bitch;
    mediastinal stitch.

    Through cycles it’s filled
    though never once stilled.

    My heart’s a whiny bitch;
    mediastinal stitch.

    It feeds me this strife;
    it’s bleeding for life.

    My heart’s a whiny bitch;
    mediastinal stitch.

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