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In witch the which posts a cheery poem of his divising

What the Dead Heart Feels

Frozen lake fire shorn,
Unto death, frozen-born,
Styx supreme, yet forlorn,
Icy capsules, hell hath torn.

Frozen dreams fire burnt,
Heart in ashes, soon learnt,
Death takes a ready dream,
Blood boils, only steam.

Frozen love, gone gray,
Night dies, turns into day,
Day thrives, yet night ascends,
Dead are dreams, love offends.

Frozen heart, scarred anew,
Like a dagger driven through,
Blood that spurts, falls quick,
Smell of death, sweet and thick.

Frozen lake fire arrives,
Burning scars, fire thrives,
Yet the heart never thrives,
Filled with grief; filled with lies.

4:32 p.m. - 03-30-06

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