A heart hurt is a heart grown

Stretched to the darkest corners of your mind

A mind ripped is a mind won

Evil does not knock, it purrs

I kiss tired shadows who have shown

whats mine is yours, and what we find

is guilt and all fear gone

Love does not ring, it blurs

What is hope but failure’s teacher?

What is love but a gloat?

Who am I when touches blend

And our whisperings turn to stone?

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