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ART OF A SHATTERED SOUL
Spare my heart, no replacement lies,
Gaze at my art with wondrous eyes.
To mold love’s form is a futile quest,
Yet care for my soul, if you dare, at best.
For in these hands, creation stirs,...
Gaze at my art with wondrous eyes.
To mold love’s form is a futile quest,
Yet care for my soul, if you dare, at best.
For in these hands, creation stirs,...
