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Deep down in the heart of mine,

Froths masochism with all its vigour,

Makes me laugh at my own woes,

And yearn for even a bigger share.

The pain gathered down in the heart,

Strains the four chambers to break,

Gains blood the calories to boil;

The vapours pass up through the chest,

Warming the air well in the lungs,

Causing its exit fast as sighs.

Up in the tender clefts of brain,

Forted around by skull impermeable,

Condenses it,trickles down the cheek,

Leaving a residue so red in the eyes.

Beholding the images of my visage,blurred...

That the mirror in front has reflected,

I burst into a mirth... unending..

Deep down in the heart of mine,

Froths masochism with all its vigour.