As old as I am
Without a scratch
Never been driven through snow
More pure than I am
Unbroken latch
Never felt tragedy's blow
As virgin as child
But bound for perdition
AS likely as any
To kill for ambition
This heart is in mint condition
As young as today
Untouched by air
Never revealed to the sun
As old as the past
Undisturbed, fair
Beating and beating, it runs
As whorish as time
Preserving tradition
As deadly as A-bombs
That kiss with their fission
This heart is in mint condition
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