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Broken Heartstrings

Tear apart my heartstrings, you wench.
Leave these tissues for me to drench.
Without me who would you have been?
Yet that did not stop you from your glorious sin.
Passionate, are you?
No doubt, but with who?
And now what am I to do?
Move on.
Rot.



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