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My broken words lie in tatters
discarding all that matters,
echoing the splintering sounds,
of this heart when it shatters.
Im floating down the sewers,
lynched by unknown skewers,
tossed and flung away,
into the bowels of today.
Still I refuse to beat my retreat,
despite the sting of the icy sleet,
and through the slicing rain,
I will sing a hopeful refrain,
picking myself up to stand again...
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