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You spoke of wrapping your arms around me
"shielding" my already scarred heart
from the broken and dying world.

You spoke of taking my hand
in the warmth of yours,
holding it close to you.

You spoke of giving your heart
to me.... when it was made of stone.

Those arms of ice
hands made of cold
A stone heart from the ground...

All for the sake of protection...

The protection never given...

Never to be seen from my eyes...