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Sep 2019
You're holding my heart
With your delicate hands and
long fingers
And you caress it with tenderness
and care.
You hold it like it's the most valuable treasure in the world.


But then you start squeezing it
and
crushing it
and
squashing it
'Till it bleeds out and all that is left
Are a few shards scattered into the dark
of the void night
Written by
Rebeca  19/F/Romania
(19/F/Romania)   
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