Unwrap my heart carefully
Lay it bare so you can see
Its deepest yearnings
Its losses, its longings
Unwrap my heart
Perhaps start at the edge?
Its depth will catch you
When you step off your ledge
Unwrap my heart keep it
Close at your side
Feel it beating in rhythm
Along with your stride
Unwrap my heart
It’s my most precious gift
I give it to you
With the hope that it fits.
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