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Playdough Heart
My heart is made of playdough.
I put it in my hands and tried to share it with a man.
He took it and he squashed it and played with it like a toy.
But now I understand.
That my playdough heart is precious,
and that I tried to love a boy.
I put it in my hands and tried to share it with a man.
He took it and he squashed it and played with it like a toy.
But now I understand.
That my playdough heart is precious,
and that I tried to love a boy.
Published 29th May 2023
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29th May 2023 10:23pm
30th May 2023 10:52pm
I love this imagery, Bethany❣ Yeah, you do all the kneading with your heart and mold it the way you desire and other's will have to live with what you've so wisely sculpted. Bravissima!
