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Love is not pure
Not in any form

In order to
Keep my canvas

Unsoiled of these
Unwholesome blots

I am lonely
Clean; yet unseen
The teenage heart
Is a stress ball

Rubbery and
Indestructible

It bounces back
From everything

Till one day
The slightest tear

It rips apart at the seams
Thank you, Relay For Life purple stress ball that I've had for years. But you were stitched back, unlike the heart.
There are girls
Of all shapes
And colors

When they fall
It’s for me
Down the stairs
True story.
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