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Heartnote*
I have a vaulted room
I lock my heart within
I’ll never let it beat
To love someone again…
I have a shackled soul
Still fettered to my
dreams
But dreams are made
for fools
A fool like me it
seems.
I have a secret place
A chamber just for
tears
And there I go to weep
Away from human ears.
I have a hidden wall
I wrote your name upon
But the letters were
erased
Until your name was gone.
Sharon Frye © 2008
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