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Hearts were never meant to end up in the snow Frozen to porcelain/ why? no body knows My dreams are films of moments that I try to relive. You don't think the same at all this means nothing 2 you. this pungent romance, that i fumble to and call "love" this reason for being; my justification of my own existence Hearts are never served on plates anymore. they throw them all away. Please care enoough 2 smile back when I pour my heart to you... From Letras Mania