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Dancing on a broken road,
The stars had led the way,
But the light is blinding,
And emptiness follows.
And maybe these eyes
Have seen more terrors than you,
And maybe this heart
Is more torn than yours,
But healing comes not
From the mind,
So ragged and slow,
But from the soul,
Which runs long and true.
There's no more rounded edges,
So be careful, you may bleed.
Yet, sometimes, it is true
That frayed edges are the cure.
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