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Dark Heart
Deep in the reces of the heart
A black hole of cold ice
Even though it's only a small unimportant part
It beats only death and darkness from all the hurt
It beckons the sharp blade
A thing made of steel
Inanimate
But used to fill the hearts darkest desires
The pain intensifies
Blackness envelops me
The sweet caress of death
It whispers to my soul
Cold sweet end
-Tanya Petkau-
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