Hearts

A heart can broken a thousand times. Like the season of grapes crushed beneath the feet of pretty maidens. What once saw the sun, now sits brooding, wrapped in oak […]

A heart can broken a thousand times.
Like the season of grapes crushed beneath the feet of pretty maidens.
What once saw the sun, now sits brooding, wrapped in oak and steel.
Waiting for the day that it will cause some soul to fall in love again.

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