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Poem about someone in my past |
| There he stands A statue of icy granite But in him lies A heart of molten lava This I know I've touched this heart Felt the heart through the cold. There he stands Appearing not to care But his appearance falters He releases this care This I know I've felt this care Known the sympathy and the apathy. There he stands A mystery to many But in my heart Lies the key to the mystery This I know I've unlocked this mystery Able to understand his eccentricity. |