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A heart
Posted by the lonely wanderer
on
8:24 AM
Somewhere there lie...
Pieces of broken me.
Gather I cannot
But stare at them.
Each is a memory - a part.
A beautiful one.
Desired,cherished,fulfilled.
Yonder lay the heart-
Empty,lone,aloof.
No reflections, no names scribbled.
Just a void.
A grotesque wound.
A frame without a picture.
A drop of tear,
And some petals dry...
