Respuesta:
My heart has been around for a long time
scratched by your pleasant spur.
And my heart goes quietly
under your spur bleeding to death.
And who would believe it!
that I had a soft fruit inside
that bleeds from the weight of a spur.
And the dictionary says that a spur
it's a long, steely spike
used to drive horses.
Now I do understand
why my heart has run out of control.
Explicación:
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