As I walk down the narrow tunnel
In the solitude of Purgatory,
I see paper hearts lining the wall,
Like childrens' cut-outs, 'quite ordinary'.
Each heart has a penned name on its face.
I'm jolted seeing these memories----
Names of suitors I've known in the past,
Fascinating romance and reveries.
Their admiration fell on deaf ears,
And I left each one with a...
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