the heart of a true cynic
detached
impenetrable
cold
scarred
unyielding
incompassionate
dark
bitter
yet therein betwixt the mangled knots of pain
the gnarled thicket of remorse
is
love.
an elusive figment
fancifully conceivable
visible
but out of reach
immaterializable
undeliverable
apologetic
vacant
return to sender.
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