enchanted heart alike a soft toy
lay pallpable and ductile-gummy
digested by a choosy girl or boy
left spiritless aside as if a dummy
the shape of heart is oyster with defence
shell-invincible, and moisture are
limp inners when rumourings
but in a moment not a ray through fence
if our plans for life, an attitude is mutual
then no need to wait and ask me for the future
a child is the owner of this body,
he is the searcher, not a lover
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