My Heart
Is not a playground For your amusement She is a well tenured savant Forced to sew her hide back Together, plick, plick, plick Do not act Like the welcome mat Is lain for you To her chambers Not so easily Could you climb in And nuzzle into her Bare shape She is one for no one And no one is deserving Of her melody
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