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Till it's frozen
Beating, bleeding, Beckoning
hidden within the body
rests the etched piece of me
yearning and learning to let go
of all pain inflicted to it
Hearing, Harming, Helping
inside the confines of my flesh
trilling and tilling to be frees
of all the work it's forced to do
How helpful has heaven heamed?
Has it toiled at the strings?
Has it broken the shell?
Heavens, no
The heart remains a captive
prisoner till the place freezes over
Heaven?
Hell, indeed
© @Miasma
hidden within the body
rests the etched piece of me
yearning and learning to let go
of all pain inflicted to it
Hearing, Harming, Helping
inside the confines of my flesh
trilling and tilling to be frees
of all the work it's forced to do
How helpful has heaven heamed?
Has it toiled at the strings?
Has it broken the shell?
Heavens, no
The heart remains a captive
prisoner till the place freezes over
Heaven?
Hell, indeed
© @Miasma
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