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March 14, 2016
Your love made me feel so innocent.
—so pure
You gave it so willingly
—so sure
Soon it is time and I hear a knock on my door.
On my step is Old Father clock;
He has come to take what is mine.
I reach in my chest to pull out your heart;
Immediately I begin to die
Father Clock said "That's odd."
"Shouldn't you have two?"
I nodded then I told him,
I had given mine to you.
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