Fragile
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Fragile is a collection of original poems, sprouting from the depths of my heart. As the clock strikes 12, my mind races through everything I did throughout the day. These bring along with them, love and sadness.
"All those emotions
Which went downhill
Left your mind
In a beautiful mess
And for your heart to feel
The fragile caress."
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