Once
Tears on my cheeks
A pen in my hand
A broken heart
A candle
A paper
A story
A poem
A flame.
And the tears dry.
The pen falls to the side
The heart slowly mends
As the candle burns the paper, the story, poem.
The paper becomes a story becomes a poem
Once is enough
To mend this broken heart.
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