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May 2017
I left my heart naked to you,
handed it to you in the moonlight
and you ravaged it,
tore it to pieces and spat them on me.
But since you didn't mean it,
I suppose I should wipe my face and make the bed.
Written by
Donielle  30/F/Pennsylvania
(30/F/Pennsylvania)   
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