By C.L. Hollinghead
Date: 12 August 2000
Sorry
Death of my heart
Came coldly from under
As you spit the words
"Sorry, but no...",
As daggers into my soul.
And tears washed my body
Though you stuck to my mind
Like the inperpetuum
Sheets of darkness
That embalm my heart.
So throw the dirt
That my eyes might be covered
From this unforeseen hell
That awoke when you spat
"Sorry, but no..."
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