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Feb 8, 2010

18) So Many Hearts Breaking

The air is tinted with the smell of blood
The tinge of metal and the colour of mud,
The sharp taste of horrors and fears,
A whiff of strong sorrow and tears,
Collectively, these smells join cause
To unite against the ones who pause
While deciding whether to break hearts or not,
Or simply leave the love to mould and rot.
So many hearts breaking,
So much indecision,
So many lips shaking,
Stopping sobs with precision,
Broken heart upon another,
Tolling hurt will joy smother,
But cruel criminals never learn,
Leaving more hearts to burn.


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