Splits Of Pain

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You know not O my dear soul How many fragments I had Of my whole When you bade me Just before the goal Ages have passed In the effort to collect All those fragments Yet alas! The more I gather The more they scatter They have become infinite Though I wished I could merge them Into a bigger whole So that I had not to bear The endless torture Slowly but surely In the small pieces The little drops of pain Give harder stain Be your mercy on my heart And help me divert The bitterness of every grain As a whole And save me From wearing away In small drops You are the only one Who can reassemble Them again For, only you know How you splited them I want to have The whole painful slab To be dropped on me As forcefully as you can Then bury me deep In my solo grave Under the slab And engrave on it Your name in bold 'The World’s Greatest Assembler of The Broken Hearts’

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