Heart of man

All are made of crystal

None without a flaw

Some pieces fit together

Some are rough and raw


When held up to the light

They dazzle bright and clear

Some are cloudy with occlusions

That will never dissappear


The dishonest like to paint them

With veneer of pearly white

But inside is only darkness

A world deprived of light


From you I would hide nothing

My crystal for to clear

Its clouded and it's broken

It has no white veneer


A life of work to fix it

Is the price I choose to pay

Its the only one I've got

I can't replace it anyway.


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