Beats this heart inertly off't...
Neath that beat, so densely soft!
Never seen a shuddered lock...
A silenced gun, be one a Glock?
Bestilled that unsilenced clock...
That beating one, still in shock!
Beat this heart woefully slow...
Final beat, so tenured, Woe.
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I would like to translate this poem
Please keep writing, Michael. This was great