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My heart is a monument in restoration,

As history writes itself everyday,

In instances emotional more than political,

Of issues intellectual and social,

And faith, believable and questionable.

I am also the historian of love,

The articulator of memories,

And the architect in charge of restoration.

Though sometimes, even I don't know,

Which part is broken to be mended,

Or just restored and still vulnerable,

Because this heart is a broken monument,

In restoration in every way.


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