Imprisoned

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    Imprisoned

    Take this heart.
    What good is it for?
    All I feel is pain.
    I can't take it anymore.

    They say you'll find love.
    They say you'll be fine.
    Who's life are they talking about?
    I know it can't be mine.

    My heart bleeds everyday.
    My tears fall in rhythm.
    My life is melting away.
    My love is imprisoned.

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    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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