My Heart Feels No Hate
Ba-bum…Ba-bum
The core
Of my inspirations
Beats
As it demands
To escape its
Cave
Yet it loves
Me
It loves the
Hollow
Box
Wrapped in
Silky, smooth
Ribbons
The color of
Sweet roses
This being
feels no hate.
It loves
all shapes
and
all forms.
This is
My heart.
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