A heart that keeps breaking is a heart that keeps waking to a smile that keeps faking what no one else believes. All the time it's aching and labours in the making of a world that keeps taking until it up and leaves. Now the ground is shaking, there's no more time for baking, and no one does the raking, for the heart no longer grieves.
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