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Jul 2017
His hands are stained blood red
From the beating of my heart.

He holds it at all times
Cherishing it
Showering it with love

He is my hearts keeper.

Never once has he let it fall
Or seen it slip from his grasp

He holds tight to it,
Afraid he may see it with someone else

But never would I let my heart
be held in another's hand.
Written by
Amber  26/F/Upstate New York
(26/F/Upstate New York)   
     Jae, ---, -A- and FraisDeLaFerme
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