i put my heart on this crumple scrap of paper,
put it in my pocket to keep it safe
-----they went through the wash,
and i forgot where i had put it, that i was even there.

through the wash, again, again.
Then the other day, one hand in yours, I put the other into that pocket and...
it was still there,
a little fluffy, but as white as ever,
that heart I had forgot I had.

[But then again, i've been finding a lot of things since i met you)

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oct 14 '09