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Jaded Heart
This jaded heart so full of pain,
has seen so much and heard it all.
The words of love are meaningless now,
nothing but a game to be twisted and turned for ones own pleasure.
To much to often, turns one into them.
So a masque of dispassion,
eyes cold as ice
with the flick of a hand
a loved one is gone.
Unto them, as unto us.
No cracks are apparent
the pain well hidden.
But below it all
flames of passion are caged.
So this soul does weep
For an irredeemable spirit
That once soared from nothing more than
shattered dreams.
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