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Oct 2016
Stuck inside cold glass
Stands a slave to love, present and past

You know it all

All that he could find
Was the walls to a place he didn't belong to
That he could not mind
Now he spirals through the spaces
Many hearts within his suitcase

Go on

Empty and tired
Body and the soul
Cast down among the frozen trees
Blood spattered among the leaves

Crack a window, bring the cold

If hearts are made of glass
All that he is left with is the ash
A fallen, broken king with shattered wings
And no words left to sing

*What is empty was once a home
Korey Scott Lalonde
Written by
Korey Scott Lalonde  24/M/Tecumseh, Ontario
(24/M/Tecumseh, Ontario)   
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   Shayne Campbell
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