Slowly walking cross the floor
Ever so gracefully does she walk
Hands gently carrying the item so dear
Slowly breaking it does
Caressing the brittle and fragile surface
Falling apart tearing at the seams
She cries and weeps ever so quietly
Franticly trying to hold it together
Wallowing in her progressing pain
Falling to ashes goes her heart
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