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Aug 2015
She was etheral
in her beauty.
everyone loved her
especially me.
She would mend
anything that was broken.
a vase, a childs toy ,a birds wing
and of course my heart..
she fixed the terrible wounds
and scars she saw in my heart.
fixed it as good as new.
and I loved her without limit.
But just as she
set the bird free
when its Wings
were repaired.
she set me free
and broke my heart.
in such a way
it could never be
repaired again.
Written by
Jude kyrie  Canada
(Canada)   
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