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Jan 2013
My heart
He used it as a ball
Even though it was made of glass
With every kick came a crack
He did his best to destroy it fast
With a final kick it cracked
A gazillion pieces
Spreading in one trillion directions
Spraying all around
Making wounds no one could see
He shattered me
Ironatmosphere
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   --- and J Christmas
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