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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required where is my heart? asked I, I haven't seen it in days, can't tell says my mind, I remember last I saw it in a ditch, joined by other hearts in a fix, I went up there again looking for my heart on my way up I met other hearts, they were crying aloud, they yelled at me, they questioned my love and asked why I waited for my heart to arrive, why hadn't I arrived yesterday, or the day before, and the day before, me heart is a traveller said i, it always returned when I felt edgy and showed restless signs, it always shared with me stories and shines, of other hearts it met in its journey towards light, it showed smiling pictures of hearts who looked alike, it always returned rejuvenated and despised my minds practical insight, they questioned with tearful eyes, why do you then search now when you know it always returned, when you have waited long enough for it to die, my soul shuddered at the word and thought of another lie, and hoped they won't know there was poison in the apple pie, and wished they can't tell how I felt inside, I didn't say my heart stopped breathing, didn't say my heart stopped laughing, didn't say my heart stopped living, after it returned from the villa the monster resides, who stripped my heart of it's virtue and pride, and rewarded it with a silvery wound to survive, deserved my heart a better dive, into the pools of heaven and hell alike, best remedy was the apple pie, but my beautiful heart had long died.
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