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Nov 2021
he stole my heart out of my chest
he put  it on a leash
takes it on a walk sometimes when he gets bored
doesn’t care if he walks it through thorns
Or when it gets torn.
Sometimes it even gets worn
It’s the only time it feels warmth,
But it always gets  taken off deformed
One day I hope he gives it back
But I know the pieces will never be intact.
Written by
Karissa
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