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I don't mind
being your first
the only one
you've known
I understand
you will do
a little damage
as you try
to find your home
I've been
where you are
I was afraid
So even if
I get some scars
on my
reanimated heart
I will
see you through
your way
I will lay
my chest open
show you
which buttons
to press
You can smile
and nod
if I digress
I will recognize
that I've
confessed
Take a breath
and press refresh
Quiet again
like an operation
careful there
I might buzz
remove and study
my beating heart
pick the ripe
fruits from
my brain
Except for those
I'm kind of plain
but if you can see
where I went wrong
then maybe your world
will sing along
to every word
of all your dreams
you'll realize all
your plans and schemes
hold in your hands
all you want
against the wind
remain undaunted
Aesthetically imperfect
and a beautiful mess
leading to
your happiness

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