The Heart That Beats No More

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There is no man dead, to tell dead tales;

there is no banshee voice, loudest to wail-

there is no king’s crown, to give order to the kingdom;

there is no shadow, to overcoat the sun-

to usurped the throne,

to usurped the soul-

there is no curse-words, to usurp from the tongue, no bee sting

to the heart, to end the life of those stung-

there is no chaos more tragic than the way;

I divorced my love, on that horrible day…

Copyrightcopyright August 11, 2014

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