"She carved her art on the delicacy.
Then placed her heart on a machine.
She smiled and told the tears goodbye, before hiding the cracks underneath."
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Shattered
Poetry"She held on to the thorn knowing it would prick her, and grabbed on to it's roots knowing she would fall, but the hope that flickered in her eyes always seem to shimmer, nothing demolished it at all, she carved her art on the canvas and set the li...
