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My Heartache

by Dustin James Chase-Woods

The apprehensive wait for feelings new
Drums harder on my being than before,
Ere my experience had to me shew
What feeling was and what emotions store.
\Those jailed in ignorance do not want more,
For them exists a filling not a hole,
For some it's sealed with love and no deplore,
But many have a schism in their soul.
\With time, mock stuffing o'er the split will roll,
The slag is fake and sad and leaves a leak.
With more, I start to feel the fateful mole
Reform the void with pain, I comfort seek.
\I shan't live life without intensive strain
'Til I have crossed to ignorance again.

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