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| Heart of Glass, precious stone, Fragile object giving off a gentle tone. Broken often with out a care, Mended softly, though cracks are still there. Opened gently one more time, All the feelings ant their prime At the start it seems so hard Slowly, softly, shown like a card. Then it happens, and all goes wrong It falls so slowly, it takes so long, Pieces fall and brake all around, Shattering loudly, but with out a sound. The body broken, the mind a wreck, But the heat has hope, as help makes it's trek. Heart of stone turns to snow, As a helping way starts to glow. The world is harsh, and the gentle are weak, And way seems lost or the path is bleak, When you think you are lost in pain and that all turn away, Remember the ones that care and that they will always stay -Fallen Trust The Silver Blade Writer. |
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