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Your heart’s call

I put my heart into a box with walls oh-so-paper thin the day was to be our last the last time that I touched your skin And the day before that you had just called me your next of kin and so I kept fighting for you in battles for a ring that I could not win So I hope it burns through your fingers and fits like a shoe too small because the ring that you wear   will never answer your heart’s call
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May 20, 2023
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