Love Scorned

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Love Scorned

 

Embittered heart
pricked full of tiny holes
where love seeps out,
Left empty, this
precious vessel
turns cold
and barren.

 

Scornful winds rush
through this desolate space,
once cherished,
now only animosity
waters this place.
A trickle never
could nourish
a potter’s field.

 

 

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