A Picture in a Broken Frame

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A frame is broken, fractured;
A frame that has embraced your picture.
Though I can barely see your face now through the glass that's shattered,
I keep it close to me, for how long only time will assure.

Years gone by,
And there were times when I persuaded my eyes to close and a voice would be singing lullaby,
Putting me to sleep, and telling me that it was human to cry.

The frame, though broken,
Still embraces your picture, so ever benevolently.
Just like your youthful charms that have been captured and frozen,
So have I been, by your memories, so very mercilessly.

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