you took the heart out of my thorax,
and blew it.
the remorse inside knows no solace,
it's ruined.
and I, at a peak of odd presence,
said too many things,
i've been reckless,
and have no chance to undo it.
and your affection tastes like flat rain water,
tasteless,
but the afterglow is filled with ache,
done with sentiments, you self-proclaimed being senseless,
and unwillingly stepping on the same rake,
your senses' been numbed.
I feel dumped.
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