and other stuff.

Hearts

yours

mine

and those who beat in others

whom we do not,

can

not

know,

much less

understand.

Yes,

those hearts

might as well be formed of snow.

And yet,

I choose

to hold in my

hands

one heart

with tenderness and care,

hoping

all the while

that the warmth

from my hands

does no

harm to the

essence

of

the person whose body it inhabits.

I beg

in this moment

for this snow

heart

not

to melt.

Stay solid.

Stay formed.

Remain here

with me

cherishing you.

I’ll keep you

safe

in the hollow

of my hands.

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