in a world of bliss
i tempt your kiss
your heart
of desire
i feel your fire
i run from you
like an ant from
a shoe
i run, i run
to the road's end
the time it takes
can not mend
my bisected heart
once as complete
as a puzzle framed
now shattered
in scraps
it never mattered
the tattered heart
so easily frayed
the shredded mind
quickly dismayed
it wasn't always
this way
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