No Beating Heart
Beating heart was ripped from my chest,
So no matter what I must eternal rest.
My love has died, my light gone out
My poems of joy I no longer shout
Cold the grave, of my missing heart
So very cold, so many worlds apart
Like a corpse, I just sit and rot
Never to move from this very spot
Here I will say, forever more
Without my heart, that out was tore.
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