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Thy wooden heart

Stands unloved

Within the hollows

Of the forest despair.

Bare limbs reach

For passions

Still longed for.

Rooted deep

In dying heartache

My tears

Unable to nourish.

Dreams of sunlight

into dank soil

Now immersed…

Thy flourishing hopes now

In flora decay.