we entrust our hearts
to someone who we think
could keep it
but instead they leave fingerprints
and even I don’t know
who owns this mound of flesh
they call a heart—
it has lost its identity.
May 25, 2013
May 25, 2013 at 1:56 AM UTC
we entrust our hearts
to someone who we think
could keep it
but instead they leave fingerprints
and even I don’t know
who owns this mound of flesh
they call a heart—
it has lost its identity.
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