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I am feeling too hollow.

I look back into your eyes,

feeling the icy caress of goodbye.

The broken finally shatters

into fragments I won't

be able to piece together

As the heart heals,

the mistress strokes my shoulder.

In a snarl, I even turn from her.

The Beast running away with the heart.

Its mouth caressing the prized organ.