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Introducing Forbidden Folklore

A poem by Jeffrey Musa
And so here I stand; my ear full of noises,
Noises of my beating heart beat, a heart strong and warm and true,
When shall my heart start beating, when will my heart know love?
Love is the elixir that injects life into the soul of my heart beat,
And so here I stand; my ear full of noises,
Noises of my beating heart beat, a heart longing to be consumed by love again

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