Maimed Soul
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Who has maimed you, sweet heart,
You are too calm and silent to be soft,
Someone used your wrong as the tools,
To lock your mouth to detain your soul,
To let you dry on the hot bed of coastal sand,
To bake your deeds boiling of watery participants,
Once evaporated, you may be the delicious cake,
Not to be eaten, but have to be cooled,
Keep yourself silent not moving of position,
Icing of kind rose petals, garnishing of witty nuts,
You are ready to be served, once you realize,
All your wrongs are taken as the tools,
To maim and retreat your soul.
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