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Buried Treasures

by ann-witt

Sometimes when we are in love, we give things we didn't know we possessed. He was an adept, blasé 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.
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