Myself: A Palindrome

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I love
Like the Sun
Hot
Like you
I'm not the same
Ugly and Dirty
Like your old socks
You refuse to change
But I like it
Me? I'm nothing special
Broken
Like a ceramic vase
That used to hold life
Your eyes
Make me tremble
With a glance
Steel
My heart like

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