Where did they travel?
To indefinite end, to unnamed path,
to unknown boulevard, to unreached bounds?
Or yet they stuck deep in the bone,
in sync with the flowing blood,
Or yet hydrolysis to be nothing?
No one knows, but some may,
some pretend to,
so tell me,
where do broken hearts go?
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