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Keylock to my broken heart

My heart is locked

with so much pain

black tear drops

fall from my face

every tear drop

leaves a puddle

with a memory

that's hiding from space.

Stocked away

behind my soul

shattered to piece

with no where to go

locked away

to never get out

to see the good side

of my broken heart.

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