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Mar 2013
Sometimes I fidget with it
I always know it's there
All it took was a little slit
For my ear to not be bare

Funny that to fill a hole in me
I first had to make one
A little silver heart was the key
To call my wish done

I love my little piece of art
A choice I'm glad I made
Up on my ear I wear my heart
Where as a cartilage earring it's stayed
Savanna
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Savanna
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