Naomi Kitazawa Shape? Love? Form? Organ?Is it an organ Pumping metallic crimson paint to living flesh? Does it beat like a drum ringing in our minds?
Or is it just a name of a shape? With curves and sharp corners? Is it Fluffy, rough, smooth?
Is it form of love we give to our lovers Broken and revived until it shatters into small micro pieces?
Is it a form of care we give to our friends? Would you pour your heart into an object? A ring? Food?
Would you give it to a person? Even if it is your own very precious heart?
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