Hypocrisy outrages the subconscious in such extraordinary pedestrian conventions. Refraining from empirical substitution, my four hearts convey apparent new reasons to resemble anthropoid responses from fainting models of humanity. The relief in the intellectual stability has wear off whilst the promise of perpetual comfort and ease are far from factual achievement.
Primata - My Turtlelish Heart
The older one keeps my memories away from me.
Secunda - My Serpentine Heart
The violent one fill my veins with acrimony for contemporary excess in worshiping mediocrity.
Tercia - My Vulturuous Heart
The vicious one prevents me from falling into the decadent sympathy of social appreciation.
Quadrata - My Larvae Heart
The youngest one suggests it is never ready to metamorphose.
...and the last heart was born out of the first snowflake.
Quinta - My Plutonic Heart
The smallest heart is already the only one still alive.
The first time you see the snow, you never want to blink again.
The first time you taste the snow, you forever want it to resemble blood.
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