I wish my heart was made of stone
Then love for me would be unknown
No joy or hope could pierce my walls
No grief could place me on its throne
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Frank Solanki 
Stone breaks and cries too, dear poet.
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The shocking idea? Are you broken heart aren’t you ?
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