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Broken Pieces

My eyes are omens
of a past that once was
my heart is a safe
filled with memories of love

Because the numbers
are sealed
with a code
filled with woe

My cards of fate
have been dealed
and the game starts out slow

Gathering speed
we finally kiss
but a tethering need
tugs at the bliss

Something is wrong
i see it in his eyes
he turns his head
and looks up towards the skies

My forehead creases
he says that its over


my heart is nothing more
than a few broken pieces





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