A Heart with Empty Pages

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And oh, her sorrow,

which once filled a thousand oceans

seeped out of her rosy veins,

flooded down with trails of red,

as a great river fills after a freezing winter;

and with every gasping exhale

the thoughtless fluid gushed,

splashing into the spinning basin

staining the ivory white tile;

as every broken piece fled

swirling down the waiting drain

gone...

gone is the aching pain, gone are the hungry waves

and gone too are the breathless joys,

the love, the beauty, and the light

but oh, her sorrow, which once filled a thousand oceans

had been emptied,

and her rosy veins were now cold,

sucked dry by the avenging blade of her own heart.