Black Heart
The black mess of a heart that was
is filled with incompetent flaws
ablaze with memories so sweet
now doused with a soul incomplete
A face so bleak the features seem inept to it's face
a mind wandering to many an imaginary place
a limp body not affiliated in any way to the mind
because in this black mess of a heart the good is yours to find...
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