Fragile,
Our heart.
Yet we give
The best of pieces
To the ones
Who do nothing
But distruct them
Tenderly and slowly,
With all the love,
Into more pieces
Which can't be repaired.
And later,
We are left with nothing,
But with our
Fragile heart,
In more pieces
Which we still give,
To new people,
With the only hope,
That now,
There will be
No new destruction.
And No repair needed.
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