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Nov 26
Dust had long settled on that heart,
It barely works and full of rust,
Though it was only used once
After a misery it was
Thrown aside like a trash;
It is an antique with no value
And never would have one
No matter how much time passesβ€”
A piece that would stay on the shelf
Until it crumble into dust.
greatsloth
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greatsloth  Beyond Eternal Damnation
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