Love is Such a Precious Object

December 17, 2007
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Love such a precious object,
A glass orb,
Two people hold in their hands,
Balanced,
One person moves,
Off-sets the balance,
The orb falls,
Shatters into a million pieces,
Spirals the other person into heartbreak,
Sends them into a labyrinth,
Each dead end,
Contorts their face with confusion,
They scramble around,
Their hearts torn in two,
They try to find an exit,
But they crash back to the beginning again,
Pain is felt like love,
Something you can’t stop.





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