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Heart and Friend

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SophisticatedCleffa

Published: Dec 28, 2014

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Hearts Break Suddenly,
Chargeless Just Like Batteries,
Such A Lot It Seems

I've Always Looked At People,
Wondering If We'd Be Friends
In Other Lives, Rare And Bold,
Could We Have Trust To Uphold?
Would We Ever Fight Or Scream?
Would You Play Board Games With Me?
Would I Hold You Tight And Close,
When It Was Your Heart That Broke?

Could You Ever Know
Why It Does Not Snow
In The Winter Time,
But When My Eyes Hurt?

If Only We Could
Overcome The Broken Bones
That Descend From Loss;
Then Maybe Eating Apples,
Without Thinking Of Your Eyes,
Would Be Possible Again

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