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Of a shattered heart,
I wish I could get the pieces
And had they distinct emotional connect,
For the biggest chunk,
Without even taking a closer look
I would have sent it for an exile.
Absorbed by effulgent reminiscences
Of her love, every dried cell yearns
For her return,
Laments,
Repents,
Blathers and muses
Through the day,
And by pestilence
Resonates in broken pieces
Turning it to a loud cacophony,
That I can’t stand. |
