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Feb 2021
You cruel witch with a poisonous arrow,
Left me here to suffer,
Wonder where the antidotes are now,
And as I'm laying in the gutter,
Venom running in my body,
I cut my limbs off one by one,
As only heart remains, I cannot,
For it is not mine to cut,
My heart, is yours, cruel witch
Written by
Felix Hackberry
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