He sat there with
A bucket full of heart shape balloons
Puncturing one heart after another
And letting the air leak
But it was not as fun and shocking
As the bursting sound
With stained hands and bloodied shirt
He left with empty bucket, fulfilled
On his way back
He met with an accident
A heart with spikes rolled in his direction
How could this happen to him?
He thought in ICU
As he hoped for a heart transplant
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