Nevertheless, remiss of fate
And albeit the nous disdains,
But the heart again betrayed
Cognisant of erstwhile stains.
And for such Benevolence,
Execration was thy guerdon,
Which left me amidst shrewd.
Absquatulated I in silence,
As the latent Melancholy brewed.
The very aura exudes,
Seemingly sinful brutes
And,
Thy heart's a ferocious monster,
Thus ribs are bars.
But,
You lost the moon,
While counting the stars.
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The Notes On A Heartstring
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