Where lies the bones of my heart?
Stripped of its flesh & love.
How can you be so cruel & call that place a grave?
Not a grave nor mausoleum but my sanctuary this…..
I draw comfort from this monument.
Don't say I never had it,
Denial is my boon…
Empty hearted though I maybe,
My hollow chest is full…
How could I have lost it,
When I never let it go…
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