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Nov 2010
I hold my heart in cupped hands.
Offering it to you only.
You hold it in your hands for a while, thinking.
You smell it and throw it ******* the cold floor unmercifully.

''Sorry! It's not heavy enough'' you say.
I pick my heart up off the floor as i watch you walking away.
Written by
Keiran ODonell
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