Listen to the darkness of a thousand hearts,
one so deep it pulls you in parts.
Tangled in strings that is the arts,
it's like you're caught in a web of darts.
The first line of the first stanza was such beautiful prose,
but it was only a line that my brain brought to pose.
A couplet was formed after some consideration,
the second couplet was bullshit made for justification.
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