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The cracks are deeper now, 
Sometimes hard to see, 
But they are there, 
Revealing the sham that is a façade, 
Revealing the vulnerability. 
 
Stiff upper lips 
And lips that rarely curve into smiles 
Have done justice to the past, 
Showing iron strength 
On the throne of ice. 
 
But one can only rule for so long 
Not blinking an eye 
Not shedding tears in pain nor laughter, 
For even hearts of steel can break, 
Even walls of stone shatter. 
 
What is to be done 
With a monarch of stone 
When cracks appear in the shoulders 
Heavy from burden 
And laden with grief? 
 
Will the cracking mask reveal 
A soul welcomed for being fragile? 
Or will the king be overthrown 
For showing to all 
That he too has a heart?

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