This Heart

Youpele

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30 December, 2011

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It's mirth was miscarriaged

It got mirthless and brought to null,

before one could weld the miscellaneousness

Meddling was mischievously criminal.

Depression was the mock-up mode

Muggers arrested the mod cons

A smile was an inverted image in the mirror

Anger was measured in nanobar

Bitterness was measured in Megabar.

A midwife at this point would be a milestone

Panadol for this migraine would be pointless.

Umbrella melts before the midnight sun

Both eyes saw themselves miffed

Heart passed this and mastered the buttons.

So life, this was part of the migration #:-s