A Heart Never Used
A heart
Never used now
Shall die
Dying
A congealing
Dead beat
Beaten
Down to silence
Some where
Where pure
passions exist
Then flee
Fleeing
Soulless to hide
Now lone
Lonesome
Turns to fury
At heart
Heartless
Cold and hollow
Always
Rick Lamoureux's contest
"Mussetle Train"
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