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Broken Lines
The only heart I have is my heart shaped pillow
I have never loved, the longest was a month
I see only fogs to my questions
A black hole with no light in
Afraid to say this is it
Not even a taste tasted
But this tongue is bitter with hatred
I may never know the road
Only swim in the ocean without going ashore.
I have never loved, the longest was a month
I see only fogs to my questions
A black hole with no light in
Afraid to say this is it
Not even a taste tasted
But this tongue is bitter with hatred
I may never know the road
Only swim in the ocean without going ashore.
Published 2nd Jul 2016
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