This Heart
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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