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Dec 2015
She was so easy to love
I have never seen
any woman as beautiful as her.
she did not ask
for love in return.
you just smiled
held out your hand
and your heart
would be in it.
she collected broken things
and repaired them like new.
I think that Is what
she did with me.
under her tender care
she fixed the huge hole
I had in my heart..
But she was a collector
Of Broken things.
and when I was repaired.
as good as new once more.
she knew I was no longer broken.
then she let me go
and broke my heart
in such a way that it
could never be
fixed again.
Written by
Jude kyrie  Canada
(Canada)   
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