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Conflict
My heart was new and tender red
And the world left it alone.
My heart was set in hard concrete
And the world sent flowers, soft;
My heart was then encased in stone
And the world hurled all things nice.
My heart was set with spikes of steel
And the world let all things slide.
And the world ran swiftly by.
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