Seventy eight

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Heart cracks. Shatters,
As you ram it against the pavement worth the strength of your hate
Drowns on dry land as your disgust clogs my throat willing me to choke
Shreds to useless, lifeless rags as your disappointment moulds for me a new heart
Refusing to beat
Inert
Cold
Without feeling.

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