A heart to love encased in gold
now shrivelled tight and old
not to beat with life and love,
the story now unfolds.
It beats a life
an echo felt
within a chest so cold.
Encased within its withered shred
of hate, regret and woes
Hollowed out of love and life
empty thunders roar.
Not to live a life of love
its beating endless chore.
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