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The affairs of the heart. Just a short poem to relfect this.
Submitted:Sep 29, 2012 Reads: 21 Comments: 4 Likes: 1
There is a burning furnace, a boiling cauldron of love,
which drums to the rhythm of my love for you.
That place, where blood flows like lava seeping from
the abyss, where my emotions drown in the flames and
melt in the heat, where only you will ever dwell, only you
will hold to the key to my Heart!
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