No motivation
No sparks
No chemistry
This place is dead on arrival I see
What I cannot do… is unsee
The confounding wreckage dispersed before me
Strewn everywhere like some wild confetti
Like a charlatan disguising itself as some great glory
That should somehow be magnetizing for me
Instead it is repelling me violently
I refuse this blasphemy
the Purgatory of a Broken Heart 
Will do. Thanks.
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Nicely penned.
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