
What is your heart made of?
Blood, meat and beat?
Mine is concrete.
Sometimes hard as a rock, most of the time mild and half-baked.
Always crumbly.
Bilingual ramblings, thoughts, and short novels to share with people. Who will certainly not get it. I myself don't, most of the time. But I need to get it out of my chest. Thanks for reading.
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