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And I

And I'm not cruel enough To look at hearts beat out of your chest. Let us look at the holes in your knees - Pop a bottle and Look at the birds and the bees On the internet.  Look at How your mother or brother Or whoever it was with MS is.  I can't believe it I'm sorry, my sympathy was never the best.
My mother grows plants, Called them bleeding hearts, But I'm not cruel enough To drain a heart - Even though I know It's how we learn to fall apart. She bought me a tea pot

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