Среда, 29 Июня 2005 г. 03:53
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a little heart was on the ground,
its owner could not be found.
it had no breaks, it had no cracks,
it did not know of loves harsh facts.
I picked it up and took it home,
to have a heart of my very own.
it was nice to have a perfect heart,
one that had not been torn apart.
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