Antique

There is a piece of antique in my heart.
A work of art.

I do not know how it got there.
Perhaps because I have not been taking care of my heart with due care.

Stayed there far too long.
This is so wrong.

Rust seeping into my blood system.
Slowly poisoning me, I can already see the symptoms.

Name me the price to sell off this art.
Because he is such a dangerous antique to have in my heart.

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She asked me to do about antics, but I wrote about antique. Give chance please?

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