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I do not have a heart of gold.

I am holding these ashes,

the ones I think you could love,

breathing until I know I’m rusted

and they are there before they scatter.

I do not have a death grip.

I am holding your lifeline,

I need to give it back

but all I want is to hold it closer,

make you happier than I remember ever being,

make sure you never drown.

I will never have a heart of gold.

Sometimes I wish I did

so I could say your name without it breaking.