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A Synthetic Heart

Dear brother, are you listening? Its me shouting here. Here I stand. Ready and back packed. See, What I carried, a bottle full of salty tears. Let us now together, Head to China. A country of : - hope, - faith and - miracles. Then we will, Sell our heart, which has: - a punctured valve. We shall then: - smile, jump with a joy. - shout and laugh, - chatter and flatter, - Love and stab. Let us come back with a synthetic heart. Selling ours with a worthless purity one.