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Think as you do, these faded imaginings
of love
None has found your heart these years
None will
Tar coats what once heated your core
stilled beats
Yet you speak, as though from lifes furnace
dead words
Plead with the gods as you wish for warmth
taste Ice
The blackened depths of lost emotion show
blood stained
Marking your verse in a never read text
dust coated
Much as your love, gathers dust
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Holding onto anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. - Buddha
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