i wear it on my sleeve
yet it never gets broken
i hold it in my hands
yet it hasn't been touched
it is sealed in a box
that no-one dare open
when i let it go free
it fails to fly
it longs for a love
that no-one will give
it is surrounded by others
yet it stands alone
it yearns to speak
but will always remain silent
and moves to a beat
but has no rhythm
my heart longs for the warmth
of love
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