Inside a bro                ken heart
there are shards of glass,    shattered into fragments
beating stops, cold reality,  and frankness, strangle
until it no longer feels.  It may never survive and thrive
but to keep it alive, free it to reach out and touch other hearts
healing will start,   strength is drawn,   from love it feeds
fulfil it's needs, by sharing and caring, absorbing other
broken hearts, and each repairing, one another
daring to love again, the heart will know
and start to mend
and grow
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