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Jan 2019
I broke my own heart,
And in a fit,
My assembly line threw up their hands,
And they all quit.
I need a custodian,
To come clean me up
Mop up my tears,
And sweep the dust.
Any repairman for hire,
I've broken my heart,
And the warranty has expired.
Written by
Jordon Rivir  28/F/Baltimore
(28/F/Baltimore)   
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