She loved me with all of her plastic heart.
I understood. It was the best that she could do.
And when she left, the pain had an odd depth.
It had the shape and form and color,
but there was a hollowness to it.
Still, it hurt more than enough
to pass for the real thing.
I understood. It was the best that she could do.
And when she left, the pain had an odd depth.
It had the shape and form and color,
but there was a hollowness to it.
Still, it hurt more than enough
to pass for the real thing.
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Unconditional Urban Hearts
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