Heart broken, sliced open
Worn on a chain
By a child with no name
For a while she was quiet
Love was engraved on her arms
The rope that she was bound by
Was holder of subtle charms
The knight in shining armor
He stayed in his book
Funny how she thought of him
After all the things he took
Carrying ideal contradictions
Ornaments of her roots
One added each and every time
She found saviors wearing suits
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