My heart filled with dismay by the tattooing of your negligence
You’re striped from your high ex cathedra privilege for taking my love for granted.
The stale linger of hope echoes in your empty chamber.
Breathless and gasping for air as I dissipate through the cracks and evaporated into the nocturnal sky.
Your subsistence subsided, pondering regret of your absence of nourishment to your once exposed heart.
My heart no longer exist
I am content.
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