Marbled
Most hearts are marbled in the fat of prejudice.
Some much more than others.
Some have a heart that beats lean.
Like a white rose in the summer sheen.
Others have a heart of gristle.
Every beat leaving a stain.
Rebuffing all visions of love.
Every beat billowing a bolus of hate.
How to burn the calories off.
Just lob a heartfelt prayer to God.
Then watch the excesses slough.
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