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Desolate Heart

I slipped words as I went up the normal tree,
As I approached the shadow of my house,
Like a bird doing wrong to the masses,
Inserting kindness to the eldest or delicious.

I saw an additional screen while begetting the
Notes arranged on the door to victory;
Too many times on the hours of fortitude my heart
Sank into parades of the inner dimensions.

The desolation of my father's heart
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Tuesday, December 30, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: heart
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