what quickens the heart? I don't think it's a choice.
(each stanza is a haiku - I think I’m in a Haiku phase) I never think of drinking tea - that's just not me - but I like it there are a thousand things like those which define us - our many small choices Are our passions choices? "Our wild passions instruct us" - said wise Shakespeare. I don't choose to quicken my heart at the sight of one special boy so I'm not sure how that works, the pushes and pulls of attractions grab But the effect stills and taxes the heart like maple syrup thickened blood
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