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Replace my broken heart
Internally bled out after the battle,
Not dead, but damaged far more than a crystal lair,
Embattled at the stake tattle,
Melted by liquid fire, hanging by a wire, with my final attire,
Lasting could not be so dire,
Loving again seems so much more farther,
The world is more quiet without a heartbeat ,
My cries are just vapors of sorrow,
My pain is acute, and my emotions fastened pleat,
Give me a bag yarrow, Ill give all of my tomorrows to fill this hollow place ,
Ill love it alive, make it love again, love it to begin, and never see a dead end street again.
When your heart is broken, find another with the GPS of love.