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A  machine box, inside my chest, doomed to be endlessly broken
Cold  and pointless, only pumping blood
Till you came along with your magical hands
Tightening screws and loosening others,
Fixing this broken machine, brining it back to life
You took a risk and touched my sharp edges, reshaped this box
Made a heart out of it. A warm beating heart, so full of life, so full of joy
So full of you

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