Be still my beating heart, for though you pump in my chest with life and vigor for an end goal, it is unlikely in this life. Nay, little heart some fateful day I shall have to pierce your soft bodice and put you to sleep, for whilst you beat with emotion and life, you cloud my brain and blind your master's eyes.
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Confessions of the soul-Part one
PoetryConfessions of the soul, wanderings of the mind.