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Concave Heart

Twisted
is the way of my heart

I spend my time
wishing you'd rent it apart

But you never meant to finish anything.
Not from the start

Contented with smiling
as you drove in each malice-tipped dart

with a leer you left
leaving this bloody piece of art

So this is the way it healed,
so shallow, my now concave, petty heart.





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