"The droplets burned the outskirts of my heart, and skimmed down my sides.
It shimmered through my dead leaves even though they cried.
My branches cracked under the pressure, of finding my true desire.
But the sun came and glimmered and broke my strongest chains.
So when I finally withered the demons died who had grown in my pain."
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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...
