It searches nights to find its rest,
Will one welcome poorest guest?
She dreams she’s cradled by her love,
A love that’s but a dream.
.
Incessantly beating young and free,
Romantically feeding reverie.
Time wore her out beyond repair,
Leaving a hanging heart, naked and bare.
.
The heart that searches for a soul,
Knows no truth,
No love at all.
The Vile Mint 
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