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Touch my heart

But it doesn't feel

Because some things

Are made of steel



Hold my hand

But it's cold, still

If you take it

Then you steal.



It is too late

For people of goal

Love is a feeling

A thing you stole



You cannot return

A fire, from ignition

Because it died out

Charred from the burn.