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Heat is generated inside my heart

Like a burning fire



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Left the chest boons like ashes

*

I became a class room and laboratory for the time

Experiencing

hearts and levers must be burned

*

How does the heart get safe or be in peace

*

Been used to the sorrow

And

dissolved in it's components

With out the feeling

I

Did not get the pain

I

wish this heart

Is

A solid substance

How won't I cry

While there are tears in my eyes



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How won't I cry

And the rowans and burns in my heart



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Only few people

have patience

*

Just a moment from when I start laugh

My laughing becomes cold and siring

*

And my long asleep

become my awake ness

*

God

when you

created those affecting things!

Why

did not you

created hearts from soled metals?

*

At

every time I say

I found my love

And my life

Will have no sorrow

A burning moon comes around

and leave us a part

*

After that

I gain extra

And deeper

wounds and burns

*

my long sleep wont be a sleep

*

my frit end heart well be strong

*

Flow whenever

love

flow

Patience,

Tears,

Blood,

Or,

fire

And

Become

A Burning Moon's Lab



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Sun of Sa