A shriveled heart
Void of pumping values
Love no longer manufactured
Try next door
A contorted soul
Many lies it embraced
and many slaps it endured
Love no longer a totem
Try next door
A swollen face
Brutality its main meal
And tears for dessert
Trust sapped
As preached by the bloody cornea
Love no longer has weight
Try next door
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