My Heart

This is my heart. Perhaps, if I can show you what it looks like, you’ll remember your own. Just be gentle. Be so gentle. The heart cannot be held with cement hands. It yearns for a soft touch. A mother’s touch. A warm embrace. Tender. Open. This is my heart. Perhaps, in it, you’ll see your own.

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