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Apr 2015
warm heart,
once brave and strong

                                                               ­                   now foreboding and weak

poor brave heart
the heart that once beat so strong

                                                       ­                            now bleats so meak

sorrowful little heart
to small to carry the load on your masters shoulders

                                                     ­                                   now a slave to insanity

irrefutably damaged heart
to weak to continue
to shallow to pump blood
to cold to warm my skin

poor little heart**

                                             how long untill you stop beating
Written by
Death-throws  hamilton, new zealand
(hamilton, new zealand)   
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