Heartbreak is a treasured burymental recovery that falleth not on us...
'Tis a discovery uncovered naught on trust's.
Heartbreak is a flashment of time...
Saddened by you, and or thine.
The heartless rest...
Of an emptied nest.
These chains which capsize our boat...
Under a disheartened drowning moat.
No rescue by Cupid's saving bouey...
Does this fact to you, seem too screwey?
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