you took a needle & thread
and stitched up my wounded, battered heart.
you stayed.
im saved.
you said you wouldn't leave
with you here, i believe.
i trust you,
take this token of love....
i call it my heart.
Do as you please,
but when you no longer want it,
burry it 6ft under.
my heart will no longer function.
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