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Feb 2015
I carry my heart around
like a balloon
filled with rocks
and somehow... the rubber ain't breaking

and my heavy heart may slow me down
but it doesn't stop me
because i'm going to where they sell helium
and then i'm going to fly
Written by
Corina
930
   ---, Poetess and Daniel Tabone
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