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Yesterday
I gave you my heart
Hoping you would treasure
The gift I gave unselfishly.
You unwrapped it
Yet left it to accumulate cobwebs and dust.
Today
I ask you to give me back my heart
Hoping you would tell me
You have discovered the value of my gift.
You returned it
Broken into a hundred pieces.
Tomorrow
I will only have memories of you
Knowing that one day
Some special girl will come along and mend my heart.
My gift to her will be
My mended heart,
And an infinitive journey of pure love,
Forever.
Butterfly.
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