Poetry

Cold

Cold is the heart which lies empty at night

Lonely are its chambers

Blood runs chilly through the portal vein

Pumping in icy coagulations

A little bit of love will warm it up

Get the heaters going

Keep the blood thick and hot

Molten and burning

But cold is the heart which lies empty at night

Devoid of love

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