as my heart is not made of wood
please do not hammer it with your nails
not of iron
please do not test it with the hottest fire
not of sand
please do not take it carelessly with your open fingers
not of paper
please do not cut it with your scissors or crumple it with your hands
because my heart like yours
is made of flesh and blood
handle it with care, do not stab it because it will bleed,
caress it with your hands and place it near your heart
it becomes a bird and it will beat and fly and sing
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