6/23/2025 for Spiritual Gem Inside Me Poetry Contest sponsored by Mystic Rose Rose
My aims, this way achieved, I must atone. A man, so old, my affections were sold, and today, I find I am so alone, inside resides a wilderness of cold, at my interior, a heart of stone. I'd like to think that it was made of gold, with structural integrity, intact, but can it ever be, now it has cracked?
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