Talking Hearts
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Hearts Talking . . .
The language of the heart . . .
speaks emotionally,
like Poetry.
With feelings and honesty,
In connection . . .
Speaking with other Hearts,
the ones that wait to hear.
The sound,
that echoes their own.
United in stereo . . .
Sharing the surround sound
of Hearts Harmonies.
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