1. 22:30 20th Feb 2012

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    the ache in your eyes breaks me

    yet you turn and walk away 

    leaving me with my heart in my hands

    the very heart that you owned for years

    and i think to myself, as you become so small,

    what the hell do i do with this thing

    i drop the now not beating heart on the floor

    and close her door softly behind me

     
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