"Death, my old friend,
I'm so afraid
My Purple Heart
Is in love again
It never learnt
I never learnt
Not to fall in love again."
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Poetry for the heartless and heartbroken
PoetryMy poetry dwells in the infinite sadness of the broken and the heartless.
Poem 23
"Death, my old friend,
I'm so afraid
My Purple Heart
Is in love again
It never learnt
I never learnt
Not to fall in love again."
