I hold his heart within my palms,
It is beating so abundantly,
There are less cracks in his than mine,
I know, such a delicate thing,
Never should it have been entrusted to me,
A careless being, so clumsy with love,
Yet, here it sits, resting so perfectly within my palm,
Such a beautiful thing,
Raw, mended, complete,
I wish I could have such...
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