<≪ My Heart
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If you are not an autopsy doctor
You know not how a heart looks like
If you want to know mine
Then go to market
Or to a house of a farmer
And think that I am a watermelon
Or a water melon exactly looks like me
White green from outside
Take it up in your hand
And split it with your old corn knife
Lift its heart
It is real red, soft and juicy
Oozing and trickling
Waiting for your response
and let me remind you
it is not of a watermelon
but mine for you.
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