My heart is not made from sinew or tissue It is an engine of iron It is not fueled by blood But by an immense hearth...
Silence is golden. Or so they say. I do not believe this to be true....
I grow weary From your lamentations in my ear You are like a gnat I cannot swat Your persistent buzzing...
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