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I hate a heart perfect and new.

Still encased, protected within,

Even the taps inside are few,

a soul's beating hammers too thin.

Untouched hearts have no guarantee,

a welcome fire instead of frost.

Rather winter expected be,

and voices within sealed and lost.

Broken hearts that know shame and pain,

splinters driven, pieces torn out .

Through cracks and tears voices regain,

rings the sweet soul's freedom devout.

For how free now were the broken,

better than the heart unspoken.