Deep thoughts
of our deep talk
on a deep night.
With a hollow man,
With hollow heart
Make hollow words.
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Odd Heart
PoetrySometimes life can't be spell That feeling bizarre You never knew who you are Curse everything coz its foul Now that I'm only starting With nervous in chest Stop planning to pick my flowers You're so blind, its roses... ________________________ Poe...
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Deep thoughts
of our deep talk
on a deep night.
With a hollow man,
With hollow heart
Make hollow words.
