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Heart Like Stone

My eyes thirst for want of tears,
For I cannot weep for all the years
I’ve waited for you here, alone,
My hands trembling, my heart like stone.

Now my heart throbs within my chest,
As I struggle to determine which path is best:
The one traveled by many and questioned by few,
Or the one less traveled that leads to you?





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