Oh heart of mine

I feel a naked hand upon my heart

Cold as winter in its icy parts

The cold hand seems to grip or even squeeze.

Seeks to kill my heart and not to please

I wonder if intrusion can be blocked

Psychic armour, ways the evil’s stopped

I welcome comments and criticism

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