Put a tempest to my heart,
Watch it bleed like burning love letters.

Emotions peeled with pure art
Let my words fly without feathers.

In respite to forget all building within
I killed every thoughts in me.

Buried them in the warm breasts of Elizabeth inn.
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Cold and immune I shall be,
Sorrowful sadness shall surely sleep.

But Only time can sing her a lullaby.
At the next sight of passion would i leap?,

Or play a Defunct role of a passerby?.
my mistakes became my muse,

Out of her came verses I can use.

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