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Sinking Heart




Some people promise the world
And they don't even gift themselves
They show you love
But leave you unloved
They teach you to run 
And break your legs 
Cast spells and magic 
And Leave you cursed 
Mix up all the bright colors 
And then burn you to ash
Sweeten the lovely flavors
And slit your tongue
They water the plants
And pluck away your flowers 
Build ships of faith 
And let you sail on broken sands 
Give you castle tours
And lock you in the dungeon 
Tattoo your skin with joy 
But the needle dipped in poison
Swim in the clouds they say 
And bury you 6 feet deep 
It's a twist of pain and fate 
is this a test of an illusion?
With my  damaged heart is the ending.

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