the heart
in the end
heals itself
and agony
so real now
somehow drifts
like pure clouds
far far away
until creation does what
it must do:
give joy to the creator
a fine poem
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the heart in the end heals itself and agony so real now somehow drifts like pure clouds far far away until creation does what it must do: give joy to the creator a fine poem