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My heart,
Bled to it's end.
Without making a noise when you cut it,
For there was nothing more it could have asked for,
Then an end in the hands of the one it beats for.
© nolifewriter
Bled to it's end.
Without making a noise when you cut it,
For there was nothing more it could have asked for,
Then an end in the hands of the one it beats for.
© nolifewriter
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