Hearts of glass have lately turned into pieces from the touch of my careless hands.
The first one of glass broke simultaneously with mine (of flesh), as I broke somebody elses.
The glue I tried to fix the glass with, held the pieces together
as badly as it would have fixed a heart of flesh and blood.
Yesterday I broke yet another one.
Again by sheer carelessness.
There is no easy way
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Dear Romeo, my deepest love
You are an ocean to me. An ocean filled with all the love in my heart, all
the chambers of my soul, all of my thoughts, all of ...
16 years ago
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