literally.
there are
nuances in life.
shades of grey,
metaphors
and similes.
you can't listen to Tony
Bennett sing
and think that he
really left
his heart
in San Francisco.
i mean who took it out
and left it there?
a cardiovascular surgeon?
did some sort
of zombie from the grave
rip it out of
his chest?
how can you
be walking around singing,
with no heart, Tony?
there's no way
you can be
doing three gigs a week
without a heart.
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