Heart in a pocket.

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She carried her heart in her pocket,

For then it would never be  a-miss.

She held it close in a drunken stupor,

For cracked it lay on a sober morning.

She dared to smile as he touched her heart.

But they both knew it was time to part.

He did not try,

She did not cry,

They had known it was always a lie.

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