In my heart is left a void deep within- unhidden,
Leaving tell-tale signs of its imperfection,
Obtuse is its gravity, profuse is its bleeding.
Venting its frustration with each beat it pumps
Ebony flows of boiling acid
Yearning to contaminate and devour perfection
Only until the ravine was filled-
Until you came, until now, I never lived, I never loved.
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