In a country there is a county,
In the county there is a city,
In the city there is a castle,
In the castle there is a room,
In the room there is a king.
In the king there is a heart.
A selfish heart,
A weak heart,
A heart that hates,
A heart that lives purely to spite the people who wish it was dead.
And so it beats, can you hear it?
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The Girl In The Glass Box
Poetry'And he would leave her, There, crying on the bed with Nothing but her name'
