I feel my heart is like a blueberry muffin
Which always crumbles and becomes crumbs when I spoon it
And I have to pick up the little crumbs
For the sake of enjoying a mouthful of muffins
But you
Scoop out a spoonful
Without destroying it
Without making it into small crumbs
Oh, I knew it
My heart is in good hands
Even though sometimes my heart is afraid if your hands will drop it
And crumble it like my blueberry muffin crumbs
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