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If it was a fallen branch, I'd burn it
If it was a wild beast, I'd hunt it
If it was a string, I'd cut it
If it was glass, I'd shatter it
If it was paper, I'd rip it apart
But I cannot do that, because it is my heart.
If it was a wild beast, I'd hunt it
If it was a string, I'd cut it
If it was glass, I'd shatter it
If it was paper, I'd rip it apart
But I cannot do that, because it is my heart.
this is my 50th poem, written on 11/18/23. yay go me !!
