A rare Kind

Let me break free
let me bend the tree
and see if it hurts
to treat those hearts
like little balls
bouncing off walls
falling down the drain
or should I refrain???
perhaps it's true
they have no clue
no hearts in their chests
all there is to the test
is a struggle to be known
in the end to be blown
never to find
any equal to their kind

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