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Vacant Hearts Swollen, moist, sad eyes of blue; reflect condition of the soul. A great sadness, swells within, as life’s harshness takes its toll. Questions surface, as to why, one could be so cruel; possessed with, unkind manners, thoughtlessly uncouth. They care not where the pain has gone, nor the crushing blow it brings, upon the poor soul, in the way, of insensitive, hurtful release. Cold and ruthless, is the look I see, upon the empty face, of one who gives, not a thought, to circumstance or grace; until this one, of indifference, is on the receiving end, of another’s careless heart, causing torment, to fall upon them. Back and forth they cast this wind, of senseless energy. The vacant hearts of callous, mindless, thoughtless, deeds. |
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