My frustration is losing its words.
Heart in Darkness
In the dark, I wandered, Past walls of stone, some wet, others dry. Cavern and bricked labyrinth. Obsidian and lime. Carefully, I stepped. But recklessly I meandered. For long lost, I already was. But there, in the darkness, after many days, I found a heart, Redder than red. It was flesh. And it was blood. And it was mineral. Encrusted with living ruby. Brilliant, even in the stygian hollow. There, it beats.
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