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Aug 2014
Sometimes when we are in love,
we give things we didn't know
we possessed.

He was an adept, blasΓ© thief,
who never thought twice
about stealing my heart.

He held it tightly in his
hand, then threw it to the
bottom of the deep blue sea.

Now I'm a treasure for
someone else to find.
Written by
Ann Witt
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