SKATING TO DEATH
I am skating to death on thin ice, and there
is no one to take my donation : you can have
my liver, and all my bile too. The postman can
take my legs, and the stupid jock can have my
muscle - this, not that there's that much to go
around - may be useful. Yet, yet, yet, the one
thing I demand is that only she can have my heart.
Yes, only she can have my heart, forevermore.
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