My heart is dark,
Like coals are black.
It's a deadweight living,
Everything I lack.
My heart is dusty,
Pained from lack of use.
Its strings are rotten,
Squeaky and loose.
My heart is a hole,
An endless cavity.
Filling it up,
Would be defying gravity.
My heart is cold,
An impermeable ice.
It's never going to work,
I won't me told twice.
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