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Etched into place the bleeding heart sways
Memories of passion in night come to claim
The toss and flick of each stray thought
Dismissal of each, in mind irons wrought
With each kiss on mind in fantasy's play
disenchanted reality, holding no sway
Able to rend the brain along chasm
Logic, emotion, there is little unfathomed
Hallowed words echoed inward entwined
Their meanings shackled and brought back in line
To a word, a hope, a clinging principale
"What love is acceptable?", a rebel yells
The two forbidden and told they're a crime
What difference is none, what fate is nigh?

Last updated: 2015-2-26

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