Cold as ice
It sits inside
Rotting away
Nothing inside
It turns away
The worth of love
Sitting there
Lifeless
Unloved
Lonely
The heart of a coarpse
No pulse to hear
Cold and dead
Without any fear
It does not want
Any love to share
No one to care
Only pain is bared
Deep within
This loveless soul
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