Open the hatch inside my heart, To your living heart convey It is your gift to neutralize The weapon in the heart of me
From there remove the painful dart
That works where I am most distressed,
Remove it from my wounded chest
The dart and lift the door away,
Place the weapon so it drip
The toxin from the point of it
The poison of which sadness dies,
Then replace the dart in me,
It will not seep so morbidly
Of unforgotten memory,
But keep the dart a while before
The health of you my heart restores
The Antidote
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- March 6th, 2008
- Pavel Chichikov
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