Don't throw something away that is still good
That can still be used
Hold it until is worn and faithful and lowers blood pressure with just its presence
Lullaby a heart that expects your calm foreclosure on loneliness
And two can play at everything hurts more efficiently than one
The junkyard is not interested in this replenished affection
I won't waste a valuable heart that is well nurtured, comforted, and maintained
By lovers that won't let go
Although I expect diamond fatigue that places lumps of coal throughout
Much harder is what is kept by trial and error humans
Who have gratitude thumped into their noggin by assorted yesterday women over chipped kitchen tables with foldable legs
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