broken

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I gave you the flowers

That I grew in the garden of my heart

But you trampled on them.

I sent you paper hearts

Which I made with the paper of my heart

But you tore them.

I showed you the stars

In the sky of my heart

But you covered your eyes.

I showed you my bruised heart

But you set it on fire

I made a pot with the ashes

And poured all my love in it.

But you broke it

In to pieces.....

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