Excess emotions stream by as the rain of despair falls into rivers of starvation and self doubt.
Feelings sprout from the over supply;
They bloom with infertility and break soon after infidelity.
Excess emotions drip like honey dew from hearts set for sale in an auction of copies;
'Hearts for sale', the motto of my generation,
It knocks my soul down and beats it up
As I sit in the corner by the exit door
My heart huddled in my lap watching their game stretch over empty landscapes.
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