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MARBLE HEART
His heart was made of marble
Not like the hard granite stone though
For as the years had passed
It had become fragile
And with the slightest touch
Of a fingertip
It may crumble to the ground
The black and white colour mixing
As it falls like an ashen waterfall
To the floor
Waiting for the winds of time
To blow it into the distant future
© Valhalla bound
Not like the hard granite stone though
For as the years had passed
It had become fragile
And with the slightest touch
Of a fingertip
It may crumble to the ground
The black and white colour mixing
As it falls like an ashen waterfall
To the floor
Waiting for the winds of time
To blow it into the distant future
© Valhalla bound
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