#**PaulSN**

She clutches her heart 
with both hands
in hopes that he will not see it;
*(But hearts like hers--
they cannot be held back; and 
who it is that she is cannot be hidden),*
but it instead was built to be out there--
right out into the light of day.

Her fingers look so cute as they 
work so hard to hold the view of her in--
she oozes out between fingers 
in the most beautiful of ways.
And with a heart like hers--
*even that which tries to contain it 
becomes beautiful--*

she seeps out 
through the most beautiful of fingers.
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