No one knows, the heart of a child, how it grows until it is too late.
Love that I bear within my breast how is my armour melted how my heart
Pompeii has nothing to teach us, we know crack of volcanic fissure, slow flow of terrible lava, pressure on heart, lungs, the brain about to burst its brittle case (what the skull can endure!)
The heart the heart the heart how it thrives on hate.
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