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Mar 3
Our heart, is offered up,
as a sacrifice to love,
like a ****** lamb
on its way to slaughter.

When love takes its leave,
for whatever reason fate may have,
it always steals a bit,
of that beating heart.

The pain of love departed,
is the price we pay,
for loving deeply,
and completely.
Copywriter 3/2/24 by Vicki Kralapp
Vicki Kralapp
Written by
Vicki Kralapp  Oshkosh
(Oshkosh)   
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