hell heart

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hell heart

love is a gift of witch
i can never receive again
for my heart has been ripped out and stomped on.
now only hate resides an empty shell,
that is me with nothing.
emptiness is a terrible feeling i feel,
when I'm away from him.
now that he is gone and loves another
i shall never love again,
for he was my soul life and world.
they are all gone
and eventually
i will seize to live unhappily
like all the things in my life
and everything might as well be dead,
for i have nothing.

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Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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