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Memories aren't made to be broken, Yet lie in shards, each piece Refracting unframed pictures. Promises aren't made to be broken, But words are malleable. Hearts are too often broken, quartered And flung to the elements. Spirit cannot be broken Under any crushing worry. And love, Away or dwelling, Encompassing love; Battered, betrayed, Exalted, praised; Spent like money, Treasured, yet free as air. Most invulnerable, Most vulnerable; Frail and omnipotent. Unbreakable.
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Sep 1, 2017
Sep 1, 2017 at 9:37 AM UTC
It Ain't Broken
Memories aren't made to be broken, Yet lie in shards, each piece Refracting unframed pictures. Promises aren't made to be broken, But words are malleable. Hearts are too often broken, quartered And flung to the elements. Spirit cannot be broken Under any crushing worry. And love, Away or dwelling, Encompassing love; Battered, betrayed, Exalted, praised; Spent like money, Treasured, yet free as air. Most invulnerable, Most vulnerable; Frail and omnipotent. Unbreakable.
francie-lynch
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Sep 1, 2017
Sep 1, 2017 at 9:37 AM UTC
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