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This Heart I Hold
Silently creeping,
These fingers of mine.
Grasping slowly,
at that beating heart.
Tightly holding;
twisting it 'round.
That heart is mine,
Grasped in my hand...
But I'm not sure,
No no more;
If that gently, beating heart,
Belongs to me.
Should I give it back?
Is it okay to hold it like I do?
Should I give it back!?
But I don't know,
If I want to...
These fingers of mine.
Grasping slowly,
at that beating heart.
Tightly holding;
twisting it 'round.
That heart is mine,
Grasped in my hand...
But I'm not sure,
No no more;
If that gently, beating heart,
Belongs to me.
Should I give it back?
Is it okay to hold it like I do?
Should I give it back!?
But I don't know,
If I want to...
Published 6th Sep 2010
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