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This Heart
I spill myself
To love again
To have that heart—
Kind and tender friend
To feel passion's
Warming kiss
I start to doubt
This could exist.
When bitterness
Extends its crawl
Without remembering
Why it calls
It seems this spell
I'm waving 'round
Is a misshapen pail—
Emptying a chance—
Making room—
Collecting— future wounds–
With quivering lips to move—
Inside this hollow, ready spittoon
© shessorrowmanic
To love again
To have that heart—
Kind and tender friend
To feel passion's
Warming kiss
I start to doubt
This could exist.
When bitterness
Extends its crawl
Without remembering
Why it calls
It seems this spell
I'm waving 'round
Is a misshapen pail—
Emptying a chance—
Making room—
Collecting— future wounds–
With quivering lips to move—
Inside this hollow, ready spittoon
© shessorrowmanic
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