"My blood,
Runs thick,
With sadness.
All this love,
Is madness.
I can only live,
In darkness."
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Poetry for the heartless and heartbroken
PoetryMy poetry dwells in the infinite sadness of the broken and the heartless.
Poem 51st
"My blood,
Runs thick,
With sadness.
All this love,
Is madness.
I can only live,
In darkness."
