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My love

The mask she wears is a beautiful one
The games with my minds were not attractive
She does not know what she has done
Her powers have bewitched my heart
I am now without a heart 
 the dagger of love has lacerated my heart to nothing  
I roam oblivion searching for my heart
The soul of mine is tethered to my heart
I am nothing but a vessel for the darkness 
I have been betrayed by my love. 





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