But As Poetry And Life Is, Poem by Mark Heathcote
But As Poetry And Life Is,
My soul is a conch shell…
Too ladle a drying well.
My heart is an inferno, mountain!
But there's fewer and fewer ways in.
In into, hell…
Put side by side they look the same!
But as poetry and life is, god it's all just a shallow game.
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