My precious

I have your heart locked in my drawer. So it never scape back to you. I keep it hidden, warm and mine. Sometimes I forget about it for months, and then, in a flash, I remember it. And I unlock the drawer looking for it. There is it, your heart, in my drawer. Bright, strong and beautiful as you.

I carry your soul folded in my purse. So I can touch it whenever I want. I like playing my fingers through it while someone in front of me is talking nonsense.

I have your heart and your soul.

Now, I want your mind and your body.

I had them, a long, long, time ago. But I lost them. I pushed them away. I know. I want it all. But yes. I want you all.

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