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Jan 23
Hearts sometimes
Become dying suns
Life draining
No warming fun.

Hearts sometimes
Become black holes
Life draining
Yes freezing cold.

Hearts sometimes
Are hit with poison dart
Life draining ripped
Torn apart.

Hearts sometimes
Collect all your fears
So you can live life
For many years.
Written by
Mark Bell  65/M/Portsmouth
(65/M/Portsmouth)   
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