My Heart Feels No Hate

Ba-bum…Ba-bum

The core

Of my inspirations

Beats

As it demands

To escape its

Cave

Yet it loves

Me

It loves the

Hollow

Box

Wrapped in

Silky, smooth

Ribbons

The color of

Sweet roses

This being

feels no hate.

It loves 

all shapes

and 

all forms.

This is

My heart.

 

 

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