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By makarov20

Flowing from my finger tips
like rivers and streams,
uncontrollable thoughts and emotions,
the power to manipulate, to confuse...

A heart broken in half,
a lie continuously told, chills
running down my spine...a knife
piercing a heart of stone.

Tears pour down like rain,
making this tin man rust,
a heart needed, a life wanted,
but nothing can make my dreams come true.

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