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Xyleena Therin Feb 2017
Inside a crystal glass case,
A heart made of stone
Cold like ice
Covered in spikes.

As jagged as it looks,
Anything it touches
just ends up hurt:
Broken like the pieces of earth.

Meant to be numb;
Never meant to feel warmth.
But as a small ray of light
Finds its way inside-


*"It can love, after all."
Melt your frozen heart.

— The End —