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Mar 2020
You had the fields and the parks
The roads and the paths,
The pools and the waters,
You chose the heart,
But why when its irreplaceable,
Why when it lacks a cure,
If you must play,
Play with the toys,
There are a number on the shelves,
FYI they barely bleed,
so if you must play,
Not with emotions,
They might ****.
Written by
Kirah  19/F/Kenya
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