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I am a woman And I am anything but yours. You can love me. But being loved is the same thing as loving. And those hands you hold me with. May have held bodies and bodies before. But holding a heart is different. It’s like cradling a newborn. One moment it’s precious. And the next its terrifying. To hold so much love in ones hands. But my heart is here. My body is too. The question is, Once my body leaves, What happens to my heart you chose to cradle?