Leftover hearts

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A sliver of my leftover heart
Somewhere lost in translation
Severed and succinctly destroyed
How many times, I know not
One many times did I play along for chances
Longing and living , living and longing
Every fibre pores through, for want of nothing , yet,

One after the other the slivers are fade and rust to be born whole again 

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