A tear trickles down my cheek,
And onto my shirt that's soaken.
I place a hand on my chest,
To feel my heart;
It's there and beating,
But broken.
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Sparks in the Dark
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My heart.
A tear trickles down my cheek,
And onto my shirt that's soaken.
I place a hand on my chest,
To feel my heart;
It's there and beating,
But broken.
