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The walls torn asunder
around my poor and broken heart
'Cept the deepest cavern vault
that containeth the very last part
Locked away from the world
Why I knowest not
The vault secured from all
I keep it safely locked
Then hence you came
So near, so far apart
So close we are
You stole a piece of part
Of the last remaining shreads
Of my broken, lonely heart
The key you did find
or hath you picked the lock
But there you are now
Unsure of how you found
A way inside my heart
But I am not distraught
There shall you forever remain
as my heart repairs and grows around
and breaks the vault down again
... Crunch29 ( ME :-) )
Original artwork by Diane K
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