open up and let me in
i’ll be good
let me hold your heart
i won’t drop it
let me feel it beating against my palms
i’ll be careful
how do i get to your head?
can i go in?
i won’t make a mess
i just want to see
i want to look through your eyes
can i open up your mind?
i want to know how it works
i’d like to watch you think
i won’t interfere with the gears
i just want to observe the wheels spinning around
where do you keep your soul?
is it near here?
i can sense it
it’s part of you
but it’s not any particular piece
i can feel it
it’s warm and cool
it’s light that i cannot quite see
it seems to come and go
yet it doesn’t move
can i touch it?
may i talk to it?
could i have a piece for a keepsake?
must be what the ninth life is for.
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I like your poem!
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i love this one!
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Tender and touching
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Interesting thought keeping a piece of one’s soul for a keepsake
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